11 days away from home. I lost my routine. I lost my sense of belonging. I didn't feel I was home. I felt like a tourist. I looked at my home with new eyes, as if it was all new and unfamiliar. It took me a day to recover, to remember what I've anchored myself to, to what I call home.
Then again, maybe I've attached myself too much to the routines of this earth. This temporary sense of detachment reminded me that home is not really the here and now. I'm a tourist, a traveller, a passerby. I'm on a long journey home, heavenwards.
No comments:
Post a Comment