Home is far away but I want to go. I’m missing my mother’s cooking and the way she does her things. I miss how she places her deco elements. I miss her singing in the mornings and how she shouts even when there isn’t a reason. I miss my dad’s driving. I miss the long trips to new destinations, his adventurous spirit and his ever-so-bold smile.
I miss the way my parents would speak to me, their never ending advice on everything, love, life, living, housing and so forth. Asked for or not. I miss the weekend trips, the take-aways we’d have. I miss having surprises even on an ordinary day. I miss my friends, neighbours and other community members back home. I miss having familiarity, I miss home.