There’s an excruciating and torturous pain in the left side of my chest. I’m leaving on Tuesday. This could potentially break my heart into two large chunks of organ. Then, I will lose half of it here, probably somewhere on the street, and find myself suffocating in an airplane with no way to get it back.

“Home is where the heart is.” What happens when you have two homes? I’ll tell you. Your heart is sliced straight down the center. And it hurts.