I long to go back…
to the places held dear in my memories.
The locations that shaped my very essence
and the place where the fiber of my being was sewn together
one stitch at a time
Starting with my birth place and the the place I spent my fondest
memories. that vibrant special place where being a kid meant
playing outside barefoot with the dry summer breeze in your face
This is the place I grew up… the place where the foundations for my oldest and dearest friendships were layed
indestructible by time and distance.
It is here where I battled adolescent insecurities and coming of age torment
and where I laid eyes on my first crush and encountered my first broken heart
the place where I would drive along with my father on a Sunday morning
in his white Jetta on a mission for fresh cheese rolls from
our favorite bakery.
The place where my brother and I conspired and rivaled the way siblings often do…
This place with the most violent of summer thunder storms and red sand roads
the place where poverty and affluence arrive at an unsettled median
I miss this place and all the dearness I encountered there
the beautiful urban forest
the brilliant stars of the Southern skies
the vibrance and creativity of the people
I want to bring my girls to this place
where their mother and father both grew up
where subtle hints of Jasmin and jacaranda float through the air
I want to show them the wonders of nature through a safari
and let them dip their toes in the warm currents of the Indian ocean
and set foot on the tip of the amazing African continent.
…until we meet again.