I am in love. period. I am in love with another soul and the place I call my home.  I cant wait to be home to see familiar faces and familiar places.  I cant wait to soar in that warm Hawaiian sun and feel the island breeze in my face. I am in love with my home—my land. 

but

I am torn.  I have to leave the place I just feel in love with. I have to leave the one I love. Although its only 3 months of summer, I am going to be 3 months with a part of me missing.  I am torn.  Home will be a bitter sweet place for me this summer because of the faces that I have to see and interact with.  

my heart is torn.