I’ve got an ache feeling its way around the space under my sternum.
It’s a familiar feeling, one I’ve felt many times before.
This time, the trigger is from my friend Eszter’s photos of Geneva from her very recent trip there. It’s hard to believe sometimes that our big meal out with the group for fondue was ten years ago.
Her pictures are making me homesick for Europe.
I can practically smell the scent of the wet pavement that’s in some of those pictures. It’s a different smell from wet pavement here. But I can’t even begin to describe how.
I haven’t been back since a business trip to Nuremburg in early 2001.
It’s been way too long.