Homesick, Evidently

Homesick, Evidently

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Eight years ago, I was working and living in Spain, and at some point got really emo about the whole being away from home thing. I wrote this (which I re-posted with some edits) and it’s an honest feeling and reflection of that time.
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All settled in for the night, home alone.
My clumsy raw lesson plan, all done.
Green salad and scrambled eggs,
the simplest recipe yet before bed.

I look around, nothing special on my block
already gone out for a long walk.
Don’t feel like going out alone again
even though nights are so lively in Spain

A picture of my nieces and nephew by the TV stand,
placed it there from day one, terribly missing them.

Nostalgia takes over and the good memories
with friends and family are my remedy.
A painting on the wall by a close friend
reminds me of the great times we all spent.

Tears and a lump in my throat,
I choke until some lines I wrote
and I realized I’m not sad,
just really miss them…bad.

The painting: Philadelphia,
a city I called home for so long,
where I spent countless happy times
but where I don’t belong.

I don’t think I miss Philly,
I just miss home.
I’m homesick, evidently,
though I can survive alone.


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