Kirsty Taylor
Home Is Where The Heart Is?
Updated: Mar 22, 2020

As I first drive through my village,
And up my hill.
I wonder,
Why I ever left.
I eat dinner,
With people,
Not my TV.
I spend time with my neighbours cat,
Instead of wishing I had one here.
As the days go on,
I spread myself too thin.
In an attempt to see everyone,
Almost treating every visit as my last.

I get sick,
Unbelievably tired.
I feel,
I feel so much here that it scares me.
At a point in time,
When I was here I felt nothing.
As the days go on,
I miss my flat.
I miss living alone,
I miss my morning routine.
I miss the city,
I miss how close it all is.
I miss how I feel when I’m there.

As it comes to time to leave,
I have already begun missing this place.
As I get into my car,
I just sit and look at it for awhile.
The home I grew up in for eighteen years,
I never knew another home before this one.
My heart is longer fully in this home,
As my home is no longer in one place.
- Words and Photography by Kirsty Taylor