I long.
I long a lot. Mostly I long for roots. Physical roots. A home that I know will be forever come hell or high water. A home I can plant berry bushes behind and apple trees beside and know that I will be there when they are ready to give me fruit. A home I can look out from and watch the sun set knowing that is is my sunset. My angle. My vision. For the rest of my life. I long. I long until the tears are brimming in my eyes and my chest tightens and then heaves. I long to know that we are doing the right thing. I long to know that people will show up for us, that we'll settle in the right place, that we will be okay. Mostly I am content with where I am. Mostly. Always I am grateful for what I have. Always. Always. Still, I long. But also, I trust. Also, I believe. It's here now, waiting for me to step in. What are you longing for? ~A
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