home now

The adjusting is slow going. Home is now home once again after 19 months. It’s no longer a longing, a lack, a want. It’s present, no longer the past or the future. I’m in it and have fitted in the slot I left with ease. I’m home! I’m home. There’s the statement that means two things at once. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but home at this exact moment. I’m comfortable with it, but almost don’t want to be. And that is why the adjustment is slow to my all too familiar surroundings. My head is filled with everything that I found over there, while my eyes take in all the new and old things found here. I can’t rush it while I let the ‘there’ mix with the ‘here’. Slowly bringing them into moving-forward merge.

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