Saturday, July 9, 2016

Bittersweet

By the last day of vacation I'm always looking forward to getting home. Not so much this time.

While I miss the creature comforts that await in the house that is my current abode, what I wish is that they were here, so I wouldn't have to go back there to revert to something like a normal life.

Departure will be purely corporeal. My soul will stay.

1 comment:

  1. And after yesterday's struggle on the last leg of our return trip, I was wishing the rest of me had stayed.

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