Monday, August 18, 2008
There is something about 7 am on a foggy morning that makes me homesick. I think it's that, as a child, we always took the first flight out. Or maybe it's the quiet stillness of a house just waking up that gets me. Either way, it's an odd feeling to be standing in the middle of your very own living room and want to go home. Especially when you don't have any other home.