The last days

It is 8 degrees Celcius
and by 6:53pm today, it will be dark.
Yes.
It is the last few days of summer.


 Where did the past four months go?

It seems like only yesterday 

  I had so many days ahead of me

to sleep; day dream; bury myself deep into duvet

12pm,2pm,6pm?

oh it doesn't matter

i know the sun will still be there to greet me.

Today I hold on to the last bits of sunshine

like it is a matter of life and death.

"Do you not miss home?"

Of course I miss home.

I think about home all the time. 

I think about my niece, if she has learned new words today,

has she grown taller since the last time i've seen her? 

I think a lot about the past; 

the life that I have left behind.

The longing for home comes in waves:

most of the time it is calm, 

although there are rare occassions of rip tides,

but home is where the heart is

and my heart is here.

Therefore I must be home.

 It was my choice to stay thousands of miles away,

I could have boarded that plane 

 Blown myself a floatie, paddled out to sea maybe,

(What nonsense, I would have been too scared)

But I chose to anchor myself here instead

Always taking the difficult way out (or not?)

Well I'm glad.

Because in the past 4 months I felt 

like I have accomplished more than I have in my entire life:

I found me.

   

kim