Bliss.

There were tears, smiles, and the longest hug known to man.

Losing all ability to string words together, I just kept mumbling “You’re home…you’re home” in disbelief as I clung to his {massively muscled} shoulder. Ironically, he’s not “home.” We don’t really have a true home, as we’re both living out of suitcases in other peoples’ homes. But in that moment, as the people milled around us, the clunk of suitcases hitting the ground and the din of the rolling conveyor belts became our song, and we were home. We were together, and for those long, elastic minutes, nothing else mattered. For the next six days, nothing else does, and I feel like I’ve {temporarily} learned how to live in the present.

Advertisements
Tagged ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: