This weekend I travel all the way up North, changing flights and trains. Heading into the eye of summer. A seasonally unwise move. But on the soul-level it feels right. I’ve been missing home and two years has been plenty of time to be away from it.
So, I’m off to ‘see’ my home (in military parlance, home is
whichever house you’ve been allotted to live in for your tenure at a military
base). My home is a sprawling bungalow in the middle of nowhere. Or rather in
one corner of an Air Force base, set amidst a village and its dusty fields.