Description: i am more at home in ethiopia than i can ever be in nz though once he is here im sure nz will take on a look of home once more...
this is not home -------------------------------------------
this [sterile excuse for a "first world" existance] is not home
it's just where i keep my stuff
it used to be home
until there was you
now home is a pink bedroom, a kerosene cooker, a coffee ceremony kit i cannot confidently operate and a squeaky front door.
home is intermittent power, eternally cold showers and playing guitar refrains until theyre burnt into the darkness of the candle lit nights
I love this. Perspective is everything. Funny how a little perspective can make everything you have ever known meaningless. For you here in a positive way. I can't help thinking of the converse. How how that changes things too.
But I love this. It warm and cozy like a dark hearth w a warm fire an a karossine Lamp. I want to snuggle up next to it and hold it whole I go to sleep.
My only minor tiff is the last line bc it was so implied I felt like it didn't need to be said. You did such a good job painting the picture before hand I found it superfluous.
Submission Name: this is not home
