Our church, our friends, even the bridges. (Which is saying a lot for a gephyrophobiac!)
I was browsing through some old pictures on our computer when I ran across one of the Squirrel Hill Tunnel. I’ve always haaaaated it. But–no kidding–I actually got a little misty!
Just a touch of nostalgia and newcomer’s lonliness, I suppose. There are many, many wonderful things about being where we are. But separate from the wonderful now, there is a longing for the place that still feels more like home than anywhere else in the world.
