Strange Places, Strange Times

I'm at a peculiar place in life right now. Alhamdulillah, everything is good, but it seems I've been in this place for an eternity now. I feel like a traveller who's stayed over at an inn too long...I'm beginning to think it's home. I'm beginning to like spending evenings in the tavern, talking to other wanderers and telling stories over the clinking of mugs. In doing so, I'm starting to forget that there ever was a place called home, where people still wait for me and memories still frolick. Maybe this is something all travellers feel...the sense of being uprooted and tossed about in the wind, not belonging to any one place.

As dusk falls and cloaks everything in darkness, this wanderer sits in a quiet corner and contemplates. Maybe the sun is telling me something. Maybe it's time to pick up my knapsack, throw in a loaf of bread and pound of tea, and start out for home. After a long, long time.

If I can ever find it again.