Peru by day, Grass Valley Charter School by night. For the past four nights I have been dreaming about home and school. I am beginning to feel the first bit of homesickness dawning on me. I’ll imagine what time it is back in California, and what everyone is doing at the moment. Dad, golfing. Grandma, playing cello. Friends, school. Everything is so new here it is sometimes a bit overwhelming. Although we Scype my dad it almost makes me miss him more. The tug of seeing his face, but him not actually being here is a little bit crazy.
by Elena
Tug
Tug, tug, tug
My heart is being pulled
In different directions
Pulling, pushing
Moving, morphing
Hurting, healing
Connected by
So many
Delicate threads
Some of them
Are going to break
But others
Will only
Get stronger
Binding us
Gravitating together
When apart,
Tug, tug, tug.
Elena, its amazing, isn't it, as time draws closer to your trip home, how suddenly and fiercely that life comes swooshing back in--what a beautiful way you have told it. I love reading your writing and look forward to hearing it from your own little mouth when you return.
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Liz