Wednesday, May 14, 2014

On coming home

I've left Savannah many times, but never with tears in my eyes. The tears themselves weren't exactly rational. I'm down there once a month, and without fail will be back before I know it. Still, on Monday, the tears came.

Things make sense when I'm in Savannah, and it's not because the stars are magically aligned. I could probably attribute this clarity to the awayness of the city itself. Away from work. Away from really confusing relationships. Away from roller derby and the hustle and bustle. When I'm there, I have nowhere to go. I have no schedule. I just am, and that's such a nice thing to be.

In the meantime, I'll be wishing away the days until I can get back to that front porch-- to my home away from home. There's no place like it.