21:08.

The wind, as if rain is about to descend, is blowing through the windows. I have an urge to run downstairs and when it rains, to just stand in it and let it wash over me.

I unpacked a second piece of luggage just now. Stored my winter wear in my battered dark green hard-case, looked at the graduation lanyard, tag and book. In a while, I would assemble all those Ikea boxes I bought a few days ago and put these emblems of memories into them.

I never knew that missing a place, missing a person, missing people can be this hard.

Lord, You have my heart.