Bon Journal

Missing my home

Home is where the heart is. When you've put so much of your heart in making the place you live home, you will undoubtedly miss it when you're away.

It's been almost three weeks since I've been away from my home in London. I miss how I have everything I need to feel at home. I know where everything is. And I'm in full control.

On my first stop, I missed my bathtub and my full kitchen.

On my second stop, I missed my bicycle.

On my third stop, I missed my grand piano.

On my fourth stop, I missed my computer.

When I was planning this trip, I thought of all the things I was going to miss. My attitude was that of the half-empty glass. Wherever I stayed, it wouldn't be as perfect as my home sweet home. Yet that was to be the price of my trip --- the trade-off of missing those aspects of home against gaining the company of whom I was to visit.

On my first stop, I cycled through amazing forests and flatlands.

On my second stop, my friends took me to eat at my heart's content.

On my third stop, I rejoiced in a long awaited family reunion.

On my fourth stop, I sewed like a spinster.

And on my fifth stop, I will miss my bicycle, piano, and full kitchen, but I will also have an unbelievably fantastic time!

21 September 2003 Sunday

Home is where the heart is --- photos