Re-living childhood
Many times the past few years when I close my eyes and try to sleep at night, all I can see is myself running in the planes of my village, Skiadas in Ipeiros, Greece. I am ending up tearfull while I am chasing my beloved hens, walk through my mother’s flowers in the yard, watch the goats and sheep coming down from the mountain in the afternoon, running through our vegetable garden, listen to the sound of the Aheron river from hundends of meters above, hunt for wild asparagus in the woods, climb that olive tree and hang upside-down from it and watch the sun slowly going away behind the Souli mountain. Basically, this is all as I was doing as a kid during the summer.
I wonder, do you get such flashbacks of your childhood before actually sleeping? I don’t know if I am getting miserable, homesick, lonely or all of them put together, or it’s just a natural phase kind of thing in my 30s.