Where is Home?

I like to soak my feet in warm sand,
But I miss the soft grass.

I like the sun’s passionate kisses on my skin in the summer,
But I miss the rain.

I like to climb steep mountains,
But I miss biking on smooth rustic roads.

I’m mesmerized by a spellbound ocean,
But I miss the lake.

I yearn for feathery snow and frosty flowers on a Christmas morning window, 
But I dislike the cold.

I miss the scent of pines, rustling leaves, symphonies of the birds, and glowing campfires,
But I do not miss the fucking mosquitoes!
These vicious, blood-sucking creatures kill all the fun, yet make it unforgettable!

I miss home…
But where is home?

Home is where my heart beats in sync with yours,
In the whispers of the wind, I seek your name.

Where are you?