For my books, please go to Books Eight years ago, I was working and living in Spain, and at some point got really emo about the whole being away from home thing. I wrote this (which I re-posted with some edits) and it’s an honest feeling and reflection of that time. —— All settled in for the night, home alone. My clumsy raw lesson plan, all done. Green salad and scrambled eggs, the simplest recipe yet before bed. I look around, nothing special on my block already gone out for a long walk. Don’t feel like going out alone again even though nights are so lively in Spain A picture…