Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Then I realized there wasn't a particular restaurant where I wanted to go. It was a particular time and place I was craving.
I wanted to be back home, years ago. At least twenty-four years ago, to be exact. I wanted to hear the familiar slam of the back screen door. I wanted the rooms of my childhood home lit like evening in spring. I wanted to sit at the dinner table with my Mom and Dad, and my sister.
For a moment it felt like I might actually go there.
But, my parents don't own that house anymore. And my sister lives in a different city. As do I.
Things change, as my Great-Great Auntie Olga used to say.