As Autumn envelopes us here in Warsaw, my thoughts are turning towards home more and more. Not that there was really any tangible evidence of Fall where I am from, it is just that this time of years always makes me lethargic. I get these uneasy aches in my gut that I want to see home ... there is a longing I cannot explain. Warsaw is my home now. No doubt about that. I do enjoy life here for the most part. Despite the crazy politics and insane traffic, Warsaw does offer some good benefits: coffee shops, parks, great public transportation, lots and lots of theatre and art. These are all good. But, they all remind me that I am not from here. I am from very far away and have chosen to live here for better or for worse.
It is not possible for me to make a day trip to my birthplace. I find myself looking at pics of my birth city on the internet and follow that up with a call or two to old friends. None of this squashes the ache that lingers. Although the edge is taken off, the ache is still present. I look at flights and prices and sigh. Cost prohibitive for a week's stay. So, what do I do?