It takes time to arrive.
This summer, in Malaysia, it wasn't until my fourth and last week there, when I was walking in KL (why can I no longer remember the name of streets), that I felt I had arrived, come home, my body adjusted to the heat, to the noise, to the different rhythms.
In Vancouver, it has taken me 20 years.
When I first arrived and for many years later, I used to wonder what people meant when they said Vancouver was a beautiful city. The great outdoors, the beauty of the wilderness surrounding this unlikely city, was wasted on me. I could not see them.
Now, 20 years later, I see the new world.
Outside of me,
inside of me,
holding me in his arms.
me according to Junhong
me according to Mission Hill pinot blanc
rabbit according to me, with olives and anchovies
About Me
- sufeh
- Vancouver, BC, Canada
- I am a dancer & choreographer although these days the word choreographer rests uneasily with me. I speak 6 languages badly. According to my son, "My mom makes the best crème brulée. She smells really nice. She has a good sense of what to wear. She likes to go to the beach with me. She makes me feel safe when she's around me. She's the best mom ever." I wish I was funny.
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2 comments:
I just found your blog as i was looking on the battery opera website. yes, feeling at home can take a long time, even when you were born in the same city. i have often felt more at home in cities far far away. and yet, when surrounded by my friends whom i have chosen as family, i can not help but feel that i am blessed and am so home.
Thank your for the honest and beautiful post.
best,
Lisa
Thank you Lisa. I just found your blog and your beads!
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