I am starting to miss things. Some claim this
means the homesickness is setting in. At first I rejected this diagnosis, and I
thought it was merely a cold. A common cold: occasional sneezes and a stuffy
nose.
Then I started noticing my tolerance for stupidity
dwindling. This is where I realized it was something far more. Maybe it’s the
apocalypse or a French horn being blown into a fan. Then I saw post after post…
Hear ye hear ye. Behold Teri, beautiful Northern
Lights dancing through the midnight sky. The one and only Aurora Borealis. Na,
na, nah, na, nah. You can’t see it because you moved to the other side of the
world where this beauty has yet to touch.
Barnacles!
I am even beginning to miss the magpie you never
see but always hear at 5:00 am on the mornings you crave sleep more than the
smell of freshly cut grass.
I’m not superwoman. I guess this was bound to
happen…
