And my response as always been, "Home isn't going anywhere..."
But on this recent visit, I realized Home really isn't going anywhere and after 10 years of not living on this tropical island the things I miss are no longer the same. I still remember the first time I went home, I missed NOTHING about being stateside. Now, I find myself occasionally missing some of the everyday things that I enjoy. So here I am 10 years later, not sure that home still feels like home anymore.
Mind you I am having a GREAT time, playing catch-up with all my peeps... but it just doesn't feel like home. Even my friends are treating my visit like a visit... nothing worst than when they say "This ________ from Philly" What?
So where is home? Hmm... I really don't know.
Is it time to start calling Philly home? Don't think that this going to work. (chuckle)
I guess my home is really where my art and heart is.
Much luv until next week... peace and a little bit of warmth from the islands:)
P.S. This track is sick!!! Bubble-bubble-bubbler!
Champion Bubbler - Vybz Kartel Feat Lisa Hype
3 comments:
Well as a person who grew up all over the country I always pause when people ask me where I am from. Because for real for real I don't know. But you definitely know that you are from the Bahamas but as we get older, wiser and exposed to different things-home starts to look differently, its the natural order of things.
And you know you can't say you are from Philly! No way! No how!
At first I thought West Coast T wrote this... totally missed the W because you know she lived all over too.
Whateva localicious... the average american doesn't grow up in 4 states over a life time.
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