Familiarity,

I'm beginning to miss you. Even a simple street sign with an already conceived memory would be comforting. All these unknowns are exciting & thrilling, but sometimes I recognize someone in a sea of unfamiliar faces. I take the shape of his nose, and the width of her mouth, the color in his eyes to make you appear right in front of me instead of where you are 1,000 miles away.

Every time I want something I don't have, in this instance comfort, I think of something I am thankful for.

I am thankful for:
The luggage we all carry with us. Not our fears & regrets but our memories. I am thankful for the times when I can be doing something so simple such as walking down a street lined with trees when a memory hits me right between the eyes. Usually this only happens when a familiar scent is present, or weather conditions are just right.. the cool air in the shade, the sun falling through the leaves and onto your face.. and I'm 8 years old again walking home from school to my grandmother's house.
If I don't have you, comfort, I have your memories.