Distance & It's Way

Home, Always

I've been, willfully, removed from my comfort.

And I am constantly finding, that comfort in itself is not what I miss the most.
Surely, I am most comfortable asleep in my own bed, running on roads near home, driving in a car, eating my typical foods, and the list goes on. But these things - these objects are ones I can definitely live without. Here I find the adventure: being chased by dogs on long runs down foreign roads, trying new foods and experiencing varying views on nutrition, riding a squeaky yellow bicycle miles to town, and so it goes.

Rather than missing comfort and familiarity, these are some of the things I miss the most, in no particular order - aspects of life that cannot ever be replaced, regardless of worldly location.

Brotherly banter

Dirt roads, complete with countless potholes

New recipes with mom

60 Minutes on Sunday evenings

Sister snuggles

Family conversation

Runs with dad

"What did grandma say?"

Plethora of health food

"Look at this, missa!"

Smoothie making

Friends and shawarma

"Will you drive him to his game?"

Birthday celebrations & fruit arranged by Grammy

The list will grow. Guaranteed. But I know that I'm growing too. The aforementioned blessings will always be part of who I am, no matter where my feet may wander.