Sometimes, when it’s really quiet, I see my old life playing out like some old vhs home movie. And I see my old life happening in places where my new life is.
Today, I smelled breakfast the way my mom used to make it. With bacon and eggs sizzling on a cast iron pan and rice on the table in the center in a rice cooker. I have this flower in my kitchen that used to hang in our kitchen in my house when we were kids so I don’t know if this helped, but for a second I was no longer in my kitchen.
And when I realized when I was, I was back.
I would give someone my left arm to be able to have breakfast with my parents right now.