The One Thing Remaining
There’s been a multitude of things tumbling thru my head on low the past while. Mostly things about food and when I can eat again and being incredibly lonely. Like so lonely I cry a lot because there seems to be little else to do. It really isn’t anyone’s fault but my own so I’m not complaining. Just stating things the way they are. It’s not like I’m pinning away for my other home 24/7. It’s not like I’m miserable here. It’s more like I remember the girl who lived in NYC and I miss her. And people give me the hairy eye ball and say I need to just be the same girl here then. Well, it just doesn’t work that way and no one understands that and maybe that’s why I feel so lonely. It’s hard to explain why I feel so completely at home and happy when I see a Muslim family walking through the mall. How I follow them a little too closely just to be in the presence of a different nationality and hear then speak. It’s hard to explain how I still have to do double take in the grocery store whe...