where the heart is

I'm really not corny but I have to explain the " where my heart lives" bit. It's not that I don't love where I live . I love it. We have summer weeks in the middle of winter. The beach is a 7 minute drive from where I live. Everything is close and the streets could not be any more safe. So safe, it's borderline eerie. It's Wisteria minus the neighbors mingling and the perfect hair.

I would love it even more if my family lived here and not thousands of miles away. My grandpa's health declines more every year and I don't even have enough money saved to see him in case anything happens.

This would be a great time for someone to invent flying cars.

I guess it's not really Mexico that I miss so much (which I do sometimes) , but the people that I left behind.

If they moved here my heart could finally move back in.

I'm really not that corny.