Missing America

Speaking with my brother and Taekwondo instructor this morning stretched the ties between here and America.  People and things that I love.  Sometimes it can be hard to connect with people and things here, to find those sources of love.  I know they are there.  But hearing these voices just strengthened the reminder of their existence elsewhere.  It was a rainy, oatmeal day.  I like both rain and oatmeal, but it's not quite the same.  I miss America, and all the people that live there.