fly away home
I think, for years I had a ‘pseudo-home’. It was a place I’d hurry to after work yet avoid when I had a day off. My vacations back then were always to visit family in England, so in essence I did ‘fly away home’. Or what I’d missed since I’d been gone. It’s only now that am I able to look at and understand seriously the displacement of such a migratory lifestyle. It’s only now, after forty plus years on earth, that I don’t feel like there’s always someplace else I have to be. That I am home. That I have a home. And I like it. I think I’ll stay awhile.