Gasping. It’s like gasping for breath. Deep in your chest, a moment of longing for something, like the feeling right before you run out of air. Pain, maybe. A tinge of sadness. But longing, definitely longing. Homesickness looks different after sixteen months in my new home. It is less born from anxious instability or … [Read More]
Trains, Planes, and Passive Verbs or Waiting for Home (Again)
It was quiet outside. Not even the Swans had started taunting the world around them, but laid still in their corner of the river bank as I passed by on my bike. Another early morning. Another day of travel. A trip to Heidelberg with our summer interns was underway, that is, as soon as I … [Read More]