Homeward Bound

Day 1️⃣3️⃣ of self-isolation. 

Positivity is starting to fade. I said all can be said about the sorrow state of affairs. I slowly came to terms that I need to observe even more restrictions. I observed… 

There is music on my window for the lone passerby. But nothing helps. My actions sound so mediocre. 

Despite my vivid imagination, I can’t imagine how things will be when it will be over. If, it will …

My loved ones are just about a short one-hour flight away, yet so unreachable now. In Stockholm, the numbers are growing, and so are in Greece. Not as bad as in Italy, but it is not much of a consolation. 

Before I read those despairing updates, I need someone to comfort me. 

I wish they were homeward bound. 

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I lived the most part of my life in Washington DC, now in Italy getting to know again my country. Plenty of surprises, for good and bad, and lots of nostalgia for DC.

2 thoughts on “Homeward Bound

  1. Beautiful Seve. Thanks for sharing. The works is upside down. Our lives are out of sync. I am sending you love my friend.

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