Gemotions

As I scrolled through the photos, the memories flooded back. The listing showed the house, the address was unmistakable. My childhood home. I found myself smiling as I saw the porch swing. It brought back memories of endless summer afternoons.

The kitchen, the living room, the backyard – all remarkably unchanged. The photos sparked a feeling of calm. The details were enough to make me feel right.

I closed the laptop and put it on the desk. I turned off the computer. I felt a surge of energy. I decided to make myself dinner, something simple, something comforting. My hands moved with a familiar rhythm.