Living on the west coast is hard sometimes because I'm so far away from my hometown and family. I have no blood relatives or old friends that live in Cali and sometimes I yearn for that old familiar feeling. I miss hanging with my friends that I've known forever. I don't want to take anything away from the new friendships I'm cultivating but I love that deep connection that I have with some because we've seen each other grow throughout the years.
I miss my mom. Oh how I miss that woman. Don't get me wrong, it isn't always fun but I love sitting in her kitchen while she micromanages me...now I know where I get it from. I miss learning from her by being in her company and absorbing her. I miss sitting across from her at the kitchen table while she talks and talks and talks.
This trip back home, now extended til June 30th, has given me life...life everlasting. I've been bumping into old neighbors, the mail lady we've had since I was 15 and the owner of the bodega around the corner whose has known me before I could see over the counter.
Everything is so familiar and familiar good. I am home and it is ok for me to take time off from the shop to be with my people and my city.
I feel like I am exuding a confidence that I don't have in the Bay. I feel comfortable in my skin and embraced by unconditional love. I need to figure out a way to travel back home more often. I love this feeling that is bubbling inside of me.
I am feeling home sick as I write this and people sick even more...