I forgot what it felt like to be on the soil of another man’s land where the signs are legible but comprehension just out of reach. A place where my routine is replaced with apprehension. A place where home exists only in my head.
Yet, as I settled in, my anxiety dissipated as a new routine took shape. The land started to feel firm, though I was standing on sand. The off shore wind gave life to my lungs. And my family gave me a home anywhere they were.
I had all that I needed.
