Family
Christmas isn't so far away anymore.
A few days ago, I got this package from home, presents and letters from my loved ones. It broke my heart.
If I wear a scarf, then it's the white one my grandmother sent me. It feels almost like being home. A little part of home embraces my neck as I walk from street to other street. When I hear all the noice that was unknown to me before I came here, I have my very own comfort with me.
I miss them.
Not a day passes without thoughts sent to them, not a night without feeling the pain of not having your family near.
When I am not entirely focused on something so different from my own life that I can find no links between the two, then my thoughts drift and I remember my first home.
And yet I feel guilty, this is my home. I feel more home here than I ever did when I ran across those fields, when I explored the woods near my house or when I sat by the lake listening to nothing but silence. Silence.
That is why I love the night here, it's almost silent. And during the hours of darkness, I have the best of both worlds. Night time in New York City.
I am home
A few days ago, I got this package from home, presents and letters from my loved ones. It broke my heart.
If I wear a scarf, then it's the white one my grandmother sent me. It feels almost like being home. A little part of home embraces my neck as I walk from street to other street. When I hear all the noice that was unknown to me before I came here, I have my very own comfort with me.
I miss them.
Not a day passes without thoughts sent to them, not a night without feeling the pain of not having your family near.
When I am not entirely focused on something so different from my own life that I can find no links between the two, then my thoughts drift and I remember my first home.
And yet I feel guilty, this is my home. I feel more home here than I ever did when I ran across those fields, when I explored the woods near my house or when I sat by the lake listening to nothing but silence. Silence.
That is why I love the night here, it's almost silent. And during the hours of darkness, I have the best of both worlds. Night time in New York City.
I am home