the displaced; ic

It's strange how being in a world that's almost like home makes you miss home all the more. Probably because in Mount Weather and on the island, I was just the odd one out in our little pseudo-home. But here there's news from around the world and it's not just me guessing at moon cycles and hoping that what I can manage is enough. Here, I know what's going on other places and it just makes it that much more obvious what I'm missing with my family, our traditions, and our community.

I didn't say anything on Monday because it hurt too much to be alone during a time meant for celebration with family, especially when it falls so close to a day that's hurt so many. But I'm blessed with family who let me know I'm not alone, even if the family I'm used to isn't here. So, it's the last day, but...

Eid Mubarak. Kul ‘am wa antum bi-khair.