Maybe this is going to sound really sad, but I’m just going to come out and say it.
I miss home.
Not the normal kind of home, though.
The one I’ve created in my mind.
A world where anything is possible and where bravery and the guts to be different are qualities that are appreciated.
A place where my characters get to live all the time, but that I only get to visit when I have time. It hasn’t been in a while and that makes me sad.
Sure, I love hanging with friends. I love being with my family. I love living my life.
But… it doesn’t feel right when I can’t visit my own world, the adopted country of my mind, once in a while.
Anyone else feel like this?