I left my heart in yesterday

Want to know a secret? I think I can tell you now, that it’s all right, that even if everybody around us is secretly listening and blabs it all over the internet it’s still okay, but I wanted you to know. Really. You’ve been there for me through all the hard stuff, especially recently, and I wanted to share some good news with you too.

I’ve fallen in love.

It’s kind of weird admitting it, and saying it out loud has a strangeness about it, a kind of finality, that once you admit to it it has to be true, there’s no going back on such things, especially when people know. I know.

I’m going back to the land where it’s still called Yesterday, the place where I left my heart. I’m going back to America.

Now before you all throw your arms in the air and say “Megan how could you!” and other wild accusations, let me explain. I’m bringing the family this time. Packing up the husband and the three kids and enough snacks, books and gadgetry to allow us to survive a 14 hour flight, and figuring out the logistics of how to pack enough stuff into suitcases small enough for the children to handle, yet having enough to get us through a mammoth 6-week USA and Canada road trip.

Yes. You heard me. I left my heart there. I’m going back to find it again. By the looks of things, probably this September. Never ever…EVER thought that’d happen. Good thing I believe in miracles, because there’s been a few of them turning up lately.

What about you? Ever found yourself pining for a place you used to swear you’d never go to? Ever fallen in love with the most unexpected thing?

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9 thoughts on “I left my heart in yesterday

  1. I am so happy for you. Now 6 weeks sounds like a long time but the US and Canada are really big, as you know. Now you have the fun of deciding where you will go. I know the feeling of falling in love with someplace and feeling that pull back. Forever and ever.

    • I know…six weeks will go so quickly, and I’ll probably STILL be feeling that I need more time there. Honestly, I had no idea that a place could draw you so much to it. Especially when I live in one of the most beautiful places on earth!

  2. Yes. And I am going back to see if the rest of my heart belongs there. Everytime I leave I feel smaller. Crammed back into a small world, a small life. A place of restriction and learning to be small because it keeps people happy and I dont stand out. I love being in a place where I am myself and in freedom and its looked upon with joy and not judgement.
    Where hats or edgy looks and creative expression is the norm and not the freak. Im going back to find myself and be free.

    • Yes. I know what you mean about feeling crammed back into that small world Stevie. Exactly what you mean.
      Find yourself, my friend. Find the you that we see and love, and be it!!! xxx

  3. I never thought I would go to Cancun…now I can’t wait to get back there. I hope you enjoy your second trip to the U.S. Will you make it to Texas?

    • (I had to Google Cancun). Wow. It’s such a funny, funny thing isn’t it, the longing to go back? It’s taken me by surprise.
      Texas…probably not. Although I did get there last time! Texas, of all places, provided me with the salad roll I’d been craving for two weeks. I’d never craved a salad roll before I went to the us, but I just about cried when I saw all that rich green cos lettuce. In Dallas airport, of all places. Sigh. Thank you Dallas. Thank you!

  4. Hey, that’s wonderful! Maybe I’ll get to talk to you on the phone after all. : -) Sorry last time didn’t work out, due to me not checking my e-mail that week-end and seeing you had left me a note.

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