I'm a fan.This although two months ago I would've had no idea.
In a way this worries me. It scares me that every place I go, landscape I see, food I eat, somehow becomes part of me and lives on in my memory and has the potential to become something I'll miss.
There are places I miss sometimes, places I'm pretty sure I'll never see again. I've missed flavors and smells and textures and colors and sounds.
I know that some people have much much more dramatic cases of this, missing homes or places that have become like second homes.
Sometimes I wonder just how much of this can be borne -- how many places can you live, cultures embrace, foods taste, customs learn, languages speak, before you just explode from missing so much?
'Cuz even in the collective less-than-six-months that I've ever been away from home, I've met a lot of stuff to miss. And in the grand scheme of things, that's pretty much nothing.
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A Maasaai warrior I had the pleasure of sharing the Gospel with in Kenya once told me his uncle had visited America and described the grocery stores here as "without smell". I've always remembered that. There is something about other "worlds" that has a kind of flavor we just don't find at home and I love it! I like this post!
I believe C.S. Lewis said something to the effect that life is lived in memories as much as in present events. Our memories are etched into us as part of our historical dna, as it were. So, even if we aren't presently enjoying something we once did, it's still a part of us! :-)
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