Heart at home? Or home at heart?

It was just after I left my home.
Stacked my life in the car and headed for the South
looking for a clean slate to settle on, and,
aspiring for anonymity.
My head was crammed full of bullish hopes¦
¦grass greener, laughter louder, a new life leaner

I optimistically reinstalled my belongings in my new base.
The same, comforting little room, in a stark, foreign place.
I went to the pub that evening and didn't know a single face,
but everyone noticed mine.
I started to doubt that even I would recognise myself.
Who was I when not at home? And how can I laugh when I'm on my own?

I took time to remember the people I used to know,
saw them sat in their pub on Wed night - we used to called it 'humpday'.
There had been a time when I slotted into the group like the centre-piece of a jigsaw puzzle,
but their colours faded, exposed too long, and the pieces swelled and stuck.
People placed their drinks on the puzzle so my picture was protected, even if a little blurred.
How strange to miss the monotony that I was escaping from, and want to join them in their misguided conversations about things that don't concern me.
To feel once more the fragile comradeship that we all committed to.

And then there was the day that I met you.
The first spring in a millennium,
a dawning that filled the world with colour like when a child spills water over a magic painting
You gave all the faces names, and you planted a smile on mine.
You gave all those long hours a purpose, and you sped up time.
How strange to think I ever lived anywhere else. That I could change my existence with so much ease. To think that you know nothing of my first life ' stories of friends and places, dull and insignificant in this new world.

And so the question is answered, I pulled up my roots and moved ' suburbia desert to pasteurs new, plotted on a map.
I have always been just me, but without roots I had no licence to be,
and so my home is where my heart is, your kiss my revitalising sap.
How can the grass be greener when all it replaces is grey concrete?
The grass is green here with you, and I'll drink to that, becuase you make me laugh.