Homesick Sundays
I miss crisp, cold fall weather. I miss scarves and sweaters and jeans. I miss crunchy leaves. I miss clouds. I miss drinking hot coffee on a cold day. I miss hot showers. I miss sleeping under piles of blankets and waking up perfectly warm when the air all around you is freezing cold. I miss wearing shoes that are not flip-flops.
When I’m gone from here I will probably want nothing more than to be able to sit on the beach again, surrounded by sunlight and ocean and effortlessly warm in the middle of November. But for now I just miss seasons…
(…and guacamole and English-speakers and efficiency and spinach and blending in and wheat bread and seeing the people I love face-to-face. But those are all stories for the next homesick day. For now there is French to be studied and copious amounts of laax [an astounding delicious combination of vanilla yogurt and warm millet] to be consumed. So don’t feel too bad for me)
