this time of year

Three years ago -- could it really be that long? -- I studied abroad and found myself oceans away and right at home. This time of year makes the homesickness hurt. As soon as the rain starts falling and the air gets cold, I start to find myself constantly pulled back to those streets, that squeak in the floor that we marked, the cobblestone roads and ancient doorways. The combination of crisp wet air, cold ears, and bus exhaust proves especially potent.

I do love my city. In many ways it shares so much with the little town of Oxford; the weather, the scattered cobblestone streets, the walking until your legs itch. Yes, being present where you are is important and I strive for that. But I think I will always want to be in Oxford this time of year. And I also think that that is okay.