Monday, September 9, 2019
My two worlds
I am from both these places, the concrete city and the verdant hills, the stately temperate trees and the vibrant tropical colors, both live inside me, fuel me, though in different ways. I have been too long at a stretch in one place, and the other is calling to me. At year’s end, I will return there, the place where I was born. Until then, the hills and flowers in that photo posted by my cousin will have to sustain me. Being from two places at once means never fully belonging anywhere, not here, not there, a life in limbo, always yearning for the place where you're not, the electric energy of one, the deep nourishment of the other. I'm missing home, while being home. Weird.