This morning, lying in my cramped apartment bathtub, I missed the house on Rendon Street. With it's impossibly big tub, and cold tile bathroom floor.
I missed my old life. My kids' room just down the hallway. Someone there to greet me at the end of the day. I missed my city. The Dome, the Quarter, the music. I missed my old job. Volunteers, good deeds, weird hours.
I missed comfort. I missed experience. I missed experiences.
Then I cooked sausage and biscuits. Because a man has to eat and I have things to do today.
J. Eutaw Sharpton August 8th, 2010