No Place Like Home...

They say home is where the heart is and, it would be assumed that all students' hearts, especially undergraduates', would be at their parent's houses; the place they grew up, were fed regularly and had all their washing done for them. Mine however, is not there. Nor is it at a relative's or a friend's. My heart is sometimes at my boyfriend's, but I don't long to be there this Christmas, as I know I'll only impose on his family. Not even Lancaster is calling to me all that much. No, my heart is elsewhere. Some distant place, yet unvisited by me, it calls to me like a pack to their brother,wandering lonely in the snow. The lights are shining; as is my heart.