A Daily Thing

One of the hard things about living so far from where I grew up is the lack of familiar surroundings and objects*.  Sometimes I just want to immerse myself back in particular periods of my life, with the help of props (old possessions, and most of all photo albums).  I have a handful of photos here with me, but they feel like a disorganised jumble that tells an incomplete story.

Still, when I’m hit with a bad kick of homesickness mixed with nostalgia (a killer combination to be sure) I still pull them out and look – like I did today.

Behold: my grandmother with a gigantic bow and a doll.  My mother riding a funny tricycle/horsey thing.  And me, too short to have my head completely in the frame at a photo booth.  I did warn you my collection had severe gaps in it.

*For those of you who think me heartless for not mentioning it, of course I miss my family and seeing their faces.  I’m glad we cleared that up.