to my sacred city, with love

"Because, he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me.” 

(Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre)

Thank you for everything, my beautiful, beautiful home. You were a most generous host for five most blessed years. And I pray to God I do not take to bleeding inwardly.