For those I come from, there is nothing more devouring than the feeling of want for home, the feeling of need for home. We are all waiting for a form of transport, a ship, a saucer to carry us out of the too-dark night.
In Tune: Hanna Assadi
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Doing: So the bathroom repair is coming along. The entire floor pulled up, new joists in place, new shower purchased, new flooring and a carpenter with a big hammer who knows his stuff.
But I feel out of whack. I miss the comfort of my home. Where I am staying is nice, very nice, but it’s not home. Another week or so I’m being told.
Am I whining? You bet your boots I am. I feel like the nuts and bolts are coming loose, I hear them rattling and pinging to the ground. I’m not writing and it’s driving me crazy…