It is time. Time. How I have missed it so…
I don’t know if I am ready. Before I left, there were tears, and I know there will be more when I return. And this time for a different reason. There are so many things that I left behind. Mom’s cooking was my favorite. She always made this cured meat that I would wait day by day, hour by hour waiting for. I miss the sour aroma and tangy taste that all these red and black spices created, to which I still don’t know the names of.
My biggest desire that I lusted for over and over, running through my mind…. A warm bath. A Bath. I’ve missed the bubbles and soap. The calmness of the water and the fog of the windows.
Soon. I’ll be home soon.
Your Tired Self