Just went to a talk on one of the Spring Break Trips - 4 students went out to NYC to help those affected by Hurricane Sandy. They worked with Friends of Firefighters and played a few of their videos so we could get an idea of the destruction caused by the hurricane and the need for that organization. My friend heard me sniffling afterwards.
"Don't cry."
"I already did."
Looks at me shocked, as he usually does.
"That's my home."
He attempts to respond 6 times, leaning in and leaning away, as if to pick the perfect words. "Home is where the heart is."
"Exactly. And my heart definitely isn't here."
