It takes time. I wonder if most people feel the same. I’m stirred-up by travelling, adrift, lost almost. And coming home isn’t easy either. Putting everything back in place, and that smell about the place that I can never identify. I am just as lost (and irritable). The next day and then the next grow better. I clean the house. I wash the clothes. I cook. I walk. I try to refind myself in this space, this life. And then long to be away again.
