home is where the heart is.

My heart stopped. "Where does she think home is?"
"Where you are happiest."
"Where do you want me to go?"
"Where you will be happy," he said again, and so I told him where that place is. nothing could be easier. I've thought about it long and hard and decided that if he will tolerate me as I am, I'll decline to return to all familiar comforts in order to stay here.