I just had one of those other
moments. Other as in opposite of that
moment, like east is opposite of west. But like a globe, whichever way you go
will eventually get you to wherever you’re headed. East always runs into west,
and west into east. And if I don’t want to go home, I’m still going. And if I
don’t want anything else but to be home soon, I’m still going. Today I cannot
wait to be home in less than two months. Today I am excited to see my family,
my friends, my familiar hideaways and old getaways. I think of the sleeping in
and the dinners out, the keys to my Silverado in my pocket and the reliving of
memories. Today familiarity is a good thing. Today “back in the day” is a sweet
thought. Attempting the impossible task of catching up on eleven months of life
apart seems like the perfect way to spend a day…and night. Emptying the gas
tank to visit old friends seems like the perfect way to empty my bank account.
The Houston airport is like a welcome mat -not a holding cell- and the thought
of waking up in my parents’ house seems like heaven rather than purgatory.
Today says that in a few tomorrows I will be home…and that is a good thing. God
only knows what tomorrow will say about those future tomorrows; but for now, I
am at peace.
