Even though it is home away from home it is still warm and welcoming and envelops me in its grasp with the same smells and tastes and sounds and feelings of comfort. Because I am home.

Now, just 48 hours later, I am wistful—wishful for what I did not do—didn’t follow my heart thinking it was my brain—thought versus my spirit and a yearning, and now here I am—away from home and longing to go back again. 

HOME AWAY FROM HOME BY SHAWN LACY

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 72

Frederick, Maryland. Back for a family reunion. Thought about visitin…

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