And other imaginary things
Homesickness isn’t a syndrome where one misses their home. Homesickness is that moment when you find yourself longing for a time in a place that no longer exists outside of your memories.
It’s easy for me to become melancholy when I’m down by the water, listening to the waves rolling against the rocky lake shore. When I take the time to remind myself of all the things I took for granted as a child.
I didn’t know how privileged I was to have constant access to the seaside or to know intimately, the perfume of salt water.
Even the sensation of sea shells crunching under the weight of my bare feet — that’s something I should have savoured more.
But it’s also easy to see how bloody magical my current home can be, every time I lift my eyes from the past to focus on the present.
Still suffering from writer’s block,
Ruth E.H.
