Stephen was preparing a video the other day of our neighborhood, which left us flipping through video clips of the neighbor kids. There were clips of us playing on the porch and putting on Band-Aids; clips that had to be cut when a surprise half-naked child ran across the screen or jumped up in front of a group.
It felt so far away; just worlds apart from us in ways I can’t explain.
How was that our day-to-day reality just weeks ago? And how is this our day-to-day reality now? How do they exist simultaneously on this planet?
And what I wonder the most is this: how is it possible that both feel so very familiar? And more frustrating, how does a part of me not feel at home in either place?
It’s frustrating; today, at least.
It’s sad how far away those beautiful children feel; it’s sad how difficult it is to connect these two worlds or explain them.
This World Is Not My Home; I’m Just a Passin’ Thru