Optics

I'm sitting in my own living room for what feels like the first time in a millennium. It’s only been a year, actually, but it feels like I've aged six. Coming back home has been such a trip; the past and present seem to coexist in some fluid dance, as the person I've become strains against an image of the environment constructed by the person I used to be, giving way as I lean in and push through, beginning to see familiar sights as resonant with new potential.

It's been fucking exhilarating.

I didn't realize how much I miss this place - and the people in it - until I actually came back. Going back to Dubai is gonna be harder than ever; that place really is a pale imitation of this one. I think home is actually beginning to make sense.