Today I missed Lopit. A lot.

I dug out the blanket I had in Sudan, curled up on the couch with my picture of Ellen and gave the blanket a good, deep breath in, just to see if I could still smell our little mountainside.

This, of course, makes very little sense. Because, let’s be honest, the smell of Lopit wasn’t a good one. Really, nothing about Sudan smelled particularly good.

But, either way, I looked at that picture, snuggled in and took a beautiful, beautiful nap.

Missing a place can just be exhausting.