I’m feeling a bit homesick today. I think it’s a combination of my favorite time of year with the approach of the holidays, along with this idleness that has consumed my life before I start my job training. I’ve been wandering and wandering all day, looking for something, seeking something. What that is, though, I don’t know. I know it’s okay to feel this way sometimes - to feel like the ground is not actually beneath me, and being a little off-kilter. I know it’ll pass, and things will roll onward. I have a meetup tonight with a like-minded fellow for tea that I’m excited about, and I have already had the best couple of nights in a row with my friends here. It’s a vague sense of needing an anchor, of needing the sea, of wishing I could taste salt air and hear the familiar foghorns in Portland, ME. Nothing more.
My 80 year old grandmother just messaged me on facebook to get my mailing address and to see about some help with her computer.
It breaks my heart to not be nearby so I can help her.
I have to book a flight back to Maine again as soon as I can.
Why did I leave Portland? Someone remind me…