Sometimes I forget.
I live 110km from where I grew up, but I can hear my mom and dad's voice in a moment.
I can key command google maps to find the distance
from here to my old house even faster.
I can turn on lights in the dark. Now.
We don't have to worry about time anymore.
But we do.
I can hand pick
cumin, coriander, turmeric, black pepper
and make a curry whose origins
are thousands of miles away,
but I create my own for dinner.
Sometimes I forget
that I have an abundance
of clothing, that I got to choose,
and that they will all be clean and dry
by the end of this evening.
And a million other things that I forget about when all the traffic lights are red or my coffee order is wrong.
I overheard a girl on the bus the other day,
say she was more excited than anything to have a shower,
and wasn't that kind of sad?
Never. When she is home, she will have instant hot water, privacy, warmth
to steam in gratitude for instant cleanliness.
THAT is happiness.
Sometimes I forget,
and then I remember:
this place is fucking amazing.