Feeling Nostalgic

Although I have still officially lived in Baltimore longer than I was on the road (in Minnesota, Montana and Arizona) and longer than I’ve been in Dhaka (two months and two days now), that threshold is about to break.  Soon, Dhaka will have been my longest-standing home.  In light of that, I’ve been thinking about the city where I was born and missing some of the sights, smells, and sounds there.  I miss the walk from our Lauraville apartment to the park that our family did so many times while I was in Mom’s belly and while I was in the BOB.  In fact, I miss the BOB!

I miss the salty Fells Point smells.  

I wish I could know what that crisp fall air feels like and what the leaves look like on the annual Carlson/Cornwell October Shenandoah trip.  I wish I could know what it is like to need a fall jacket.

I miss Boordy picnics with the small group, Dad’s steak Saturdays, and lazy mornings at Starbucks in shady Mount Washington.  

I’m very glad to be exploring Bangladesh, but I am missing my friends and “The Greatest City in America.”