Tuesday, November 10, 2009

en tus pupilas

Taken by Suvir at the Huntington Gardens in 2007.

Home has never been where I hang my hat; it's where the heart is and that place used to be skyscraper lighted LA, but 3 months, a 3-hr time difference and thousands of miles away later, it's now in a blue and white house in Riverside. It's where two crazy, strawberry smoothie making people are. It's with the lemon trees in the backyard, the coral colored bed sheets upstairs, in my Mom's big kisses and my Dad's big laugh.

I know I keep mentioning how much I miss everything, and you get it. You over-get it, but sometimes I still don't. All my life I've wanted to strike out on my own, have new beginnings, but all the years of daydreaming about this never prepared me for these homesick days.