I go onto Google Maps and have a look at my house. It's sort of weird, knowing where my Tinky or my parents are right now, and I can do it with pinpoint accuracy because of the level of precision that Google Maps allows.
I see the gardens in which my dad spends so much time.
I see my bedroom.
I see the apple and cherry trees, though they look so small on screen.
I see the pine tree that I ran into after my dad had just removed the training wheels and blacked out.
I see the neighborhood that I grew up in, and it's so weird to be so detached from all the things I had as a child. A bird's eye view of all that I know.
No tears come, but this aloofness, this strange realization that I am so incredibly far away from home...it makes me feel as if a Horcrux is dangling from my neck as well.
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