Home

I want my cold front steps,

covered in a thick layer of white, fluffy snow.

I want to get the wrong coffee flavor from the women who doesn't speak english

down the street.

I want to read a book on my big red couch

when I should be acting social.

I want to pet my cat until she gets annoyed with me

and runs away, galloping through the house.

I want to order fries from the women with the drawn on eyebrows.

I want to repeat my order three times before they understand it.

I want to hear the sirens of the sins outside of my room late into the night.

I want to wonder what strange cat will wonder onto my porch the next day.

I want to hear my family's loud feet on the tile floor bellow me

as I am waiting for breakfast.

I want to smell chicken slow cooking all day,

making us all hungry.

I want to feel that fluttering in my stomach 

when my love holds my hand.

I want to fall into his arms

and feel his hand in my hair.

I want to go to a kickboxing class

on a regular Wednesday evening.

I want to put up my Christmas decorations

while Santa Baby plays over our house speakers.

I want to live in my house again.

I want to wake up to my family again.

I want to eat real food again.

I want to be home again.

And now I can be.

Author's Note

I haven't been home in six months for the Army. I am a proud soldier and just two weeks away from being a combat medic. But first...I am going to come home.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such feeling in this...we surely appreciate things so much when they are gone...
or when we are gone from them.

glad you are getting to go home.
j.

[Brittany Bostic]

Me too . Thank you for your review!

[Jackie]

Those little things all those things that mean the most. Truly beautiful

[Brittany Bostic]

Thank you!