5 Months have passed.
Since I last felt the African sun.
Since I bargained for my livelihood.
Since I snuggled up close to a complete stranger,
Both just hoping to arrive safely to our destination.
154 days have passed.
Since I regularly enjoyed food from a rubber.
Since I purchased snacks from my window.
Since I greeted every stranger,
Genuinely caring for their response.
3662 hours have passed.
Since I swam the Gulf of Guinea.
Since I rode aimlessly on the back of a motorbike.
Since I traveled hours in a foreign city,
In a foreign place. For a foreign purpose.
Yet, not 1 single day has passed.
Since I dreamed of a return.
Since I imagined a reunion.
Since I knew what it was like,
To feel completely at home in one location.
One day, I’ll wrap my head around being ‘home’. But until then…