The hierarchy of longing.Posted: November 25, 2012
This is the Macal River, which winds through San Ignacio. Yesterday, I took off my flip-flops and walked barefoot along the banks, living the dream I’ve been having ever since I first visited last winter.
Apparently I can feel intense longing for a place even when I’m physically here.
But then I feel longing for the places I haven’t gone back to yet, like Kerala.
Then, for the places I haven’t seen yet, like New Zealand.
Then, for the places I’ll never get to see at all.
They ache the most.