In my dreams, I go home.

& that divides my heart more than anything else in the world.

But, people die.

& if anyone dies before I get to see them again;

well, that would break my heart.

So, my options are: divided heart or broken heart.

One side of the US holds my mother, my 2 amazing brothers, my grandma,

my uncle, other family members, Puget Sound beaches, tall trees,

breath-taking views, amazing friends, 

and 1/2 of my heart.

The other side holds my father, my siblings, my aunts,

my uncles, my cousins, Auburn University, a scorching sun, lots of pools,

my grandparents, a church body that I loved,

and 1/2 my heart.

College is a difficult choice.