Here I am, just now, washing the last of the dishes from our first meal outdoors this year. I wash each of the serving dishes with extra care because I love all of the bowls that we've collected over the years. I'm drinking tea and I feel my tired hands from pulling weeds and the warmth that the sun left in my skin. I'm thinking about how nice it is, living here in the compound (on the same street as my parents and brother) because we get to share our lives.
I'm thinking about how strange it is, all of these shifts that take place. I mean, sometimes I think that where I am is not a place I will be leaving because I've landed. But after every landing there is always another take-off.