Today I am feeling nostalgic. I miss the people from my past. I miss my library friend Alma who gossiped with me all day and gave me a bag of saved up hotel shampoos and soaps when I left for my first trip abroad. I miss my Hindu friend from Mumbai and all his stories and kindness. I want to go to a park from my childhood and lay on the grass like a starfish in the sun and listen to birds and the wind in the trees.
I get like this sometimes. A lot. I remember all these things and cry like a kid who wants to go home. I fantasize about one day returning and buying a house in my old town on a tree lined street and walk everywhere like I used to, finding delight in simple things, saying hello to friendly people around town, making conversation, taking the time to do so because no one is in a hurry.
Maybe I should busy myself writing a book about the places I wish I was so I can be transported and also to be sure I never forget where I came from and who I really owe everything to.
Also I want a vintage typewriter like I used to have.
11:09 a.m. - 2021-07-09