Home is where the heart is

Day One: Home . . . not like the animated feature film Home

For many, home is where the heart is, where you long to go at the end of a very long and tiring day, who you wish to see more than anything, what you’d rather do at any given moment.

For me, home is where you vacation. The whole island is home to me. I live in the capital, Kingston, but on a good day, you can find me in Portland, Ocho Rios, Montego Bay or Negril . . . all considered to be my second homes if you will. I have family in Mandeville, May Pen, and friends all over.

Wherever I happen to be . . . it is home to me.

Whether it is the familiarity of the Jamaican people, the recognition you get when everybody knows you’re local, not a tourist, when they test out your accent just to be sure, when they tell you the hidden details and show you the way, when they talk to you like they know you because . . . let’s face it, you’re home . . . that’s home!

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