I am so eager to go back to my kids' country. Of course, to pick them up, to hold them again, to bring them home; but also because part of my heart is in that place, and always will be.
I long to walk from a tiny apartment to the little market, or to the tiny restaurant nearby, or past the other apartments for a walk in the park. I long to have a stray dog follow me as I walk past the fountains. I long to have stray cats rubbing at my ankles, staring expectantly for me to drop a bit of my pork onto the ground. I even long to trip over the uneven sidewalk tiles.
Soon, I'll be back, and I'll have two children to share that beautiful place with. I cannot wait!