I’m really fucking homesick…
Not for my house, though. Not for my family.
I am homesick for my zoo friends. For Susanna, Shane, Bev, Haley, Gracie, Ben, Ava, Kevin, Natalie, Jeramey, Troy, and
Nate…there’s really too many to list.
I am homesick for my old school friends. For Maddie, Naomi, Gretchen, and everyone else, too.
I am homesick for my animal friends, both at home, and at my work. Especially Mildred and the goats.
I am homesick for my yoga family. For Cloy, Sue, Mitchell, Ellen, Heather, Donna, Kelly, and Kathie.
I’ve only been away for a month…and already I can’t help the feeling that I’m missing out on the important things in my life. How am I supposed to go without everyone for another eight months?
reasons I can relate to a possum:
-tired & unkempt, smells weird
-emotions ranging from “displeased” to “existential scream”
-no work ethic
-lies around looking dead when overwhelmed
-will eat trash & live amongst trash if left to own devices
-sometimes you feel bad and feed it a sandwich