Greener Grass Syndrome
Melancholy drips in slowly, not steadily but over time it makes its presence felt, if not quite known.
Today, I realized how frequently I’ve felt a stranger in a strange land, difficult to reconcile in that usually it’s a land I’ve sought when I felt a stranger in a strange land elsewhere.
It’s trauma from having lived in too many places and having loved most of them; from having shared too many relationships; from having experienced too much life and left a bit of myself in too many places and with too many others.
Love so diffuse finds it impossible to call any place home.
Greener grass syndrome. Perhaps we sufferers could start a club, or a self-help group.
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved