Coming Home
Nov 7 · 3 min read
| Being home and longing for home
I sit here in my parents living room in my mom’s spot on the billowy brown suede couch. I can hear cars passing behind the drawn striped curtains across from me. The radiator stops humming suddenly. The silence stuns my cells still. I’m here again, 36 years old. Back home in my parents house, back in my childhood role.
I’m home, and my mind is running off somewhere, maybe with the sound the radiator was making. It’s off taking a perpetual vacation from the everyday routine. I’ve been away for another 6 months and things have changed. And things…

