I Won’t Travel for Another Year

My trip home was a long ordeal

The only time I’ve felt small

November has been a busy month. It started as a trip to the United States to see my kids and mom and dad. It ended, defeated at 2 am in the morning, sitting through another 17-hour layover in Narita in Tokyo.

I slept for a time on a tucked-away bench in the satellite terminal but was jostled awake by some polite and apologetic…