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all the way here

May 23, 2004

oh those last couple of days i was so sad to come home, home felt so small and so not what i wanted to be, what i felt about to become. and i miss it there, i fell in love with the green and the hot and the smiles and the polite little expressions and the disorder and everything everything. and i want to be there.

and i want to be here.

because here there is my so soft bed and hot showers and i don't have to decide what to wear based on which clothes smell the least offensive. and here there is her, she, she is here with me and it feels very different when you have someone to come home to.

so i am home. for a little bit just my body was here and the rest of me caught up slower. but i'm all the way back, now. and it's time for breakfast.