Something’s missing

As I sat in a corner of my room, my reading lamp on and no book in my hand, I was staring at the empty white wall. A chill passed through my body almost like a tear would fall from my eye, and I was wondering why I was sitting like that. So I asked myself, and I closed my eyes to think, perhaps meditate.

I saw the living room of the house I grew up in when I was in middle school. It was late at night in that vision and I was watching tv. I realized I have been moving around ever since – and what’s missing is the comfort of familiarity.

Then I got up and started writing this post.