I felt homesick for a feeling

Dear Delyara, I wasn’t homesick for a place tonight. I was homesick for a feeling. For emotional safety, maybe. For the kind of intimacy where you don’t have to edit yourself before speaking. For a life that doesn’t feel so administratively heavy all the time. For a version of rest that isn’t always competing with guilt. It’s strange to miss something you can’t point to exactly. And stranger still to realize how long you’ve been living without it.