Honeymoonin'
Caitlin Navratil, 131 YinDIs this the honeymoon?It feels too soonto tell. I can’t tellif you’re swellor sweltering, but I thinkmaybe both.Do I love you,or do I have tobecause I’m here now?That’s the fear. Now,I wonder how longI can keep going on knowingat home it’s snowing,and there’s an oven waiting,and I could be bakingand making more money,but funny enough, I’d be bored.I eat another plate of rice.Wouldn’t it be niceif I knew where to getflour or beer or vegetables?Am I losing weightbecause of the exerciseor because "No thanks. I ate,"is my anthem of late?But then, I realizehow time flies, and Ifeel like this is home.Known, I smile at peopleI’ve never met, and yet,they know me.My heart is full,and my Thai broken.Appreciation and frustration,alike, unspoken.I’m happy, and not becauseI have to be.So.Am I honeymoonin' or homesick?Hard to pick.
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