Other than the farm itself, the place I think about most often is the kitchen. When I’m preparing a meal, or when we’re sitting around the table eating one. When I’m reaching in the fridge for the milk… Every now and then I feel a little tickle in my tummy, like the one you feel when the phone rings after hours of waiting for your beloved to call.
I’ve never been able to explain moments like these, but I’ve been feeling them for years. I even gave the sensation a name – PREjevu, instead of dejavu. Because they aren’t flashbacks, like I’ve been there before. Instead, it feels a flash of the future. But not a specific activity or anything, just a feeling. The warmth, the smell, the wood floor under foot. As quick as a blink of an eye, and then they’re gone.
I’ve been looking for this home for nearly 15 years. Feeling like my home was calling me. Searching high and low. Making everyone around me crazy. But we’ve found it. Finally. And next Friday night I’ll be sleeping {on an air mattress} in the home I’ve been looking for. OvO