Homesick… 

We drove past the harbour today. And as we did so, I felt a near-overwhelming wave of homesickness wash over me. My island. My river. My breakwater. My lighthouse. My gulls. My far-distant ships. My haar. My home. 

Except, of course, it’s not mine. And it never was. I am being taught a lesson in non-attachment, I think. But as I told my husband as we drove past, our old apartment building receding in the wing-mirror, I haven’t felt as “at home” as I did by that harbour either in the years before or since. 

I miss it.