the other day i was researching emotions for something that i’m working on. i was surprised yet reassured to see homesickness listed along with happiness, sadness, and the other usual suspects.
tonight i’m feeling homesick. not because i’m in vancouver. but because i just saw two, old neighbours who lived three houses away from me in toronto. i’m homesick for my house, what it once meant. for having roots that i mistakenly thought would only get deeper. for what was.