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  • They say your home is where your heart is. My heart has been settling down in so many places these last few years I seem to have lost parts of it along the way.

    Wherever I go, I love and it feels like home.

    But then I leave.

    And my heart? It stays there. On the beaches of Cyprus. In the pittoresque villages of France. In the beauty of Italy. On the streets of Gothenburg. In the heart of the capital of the US.

    Home. Heart. Love. Leave.

    And then, there is always a big portion of love and home by the shores of Kvarken, up in northern Sweden. That is and will always be home-home. But will I ever return? I cannot say. My heart doesn't know.

    Where do I belong? What can I call home?
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