The four agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz and a scalding cup of Yogi’s
green tea, mixed with a pleasurable taste of French vanilla creamer just wasn’t
the cure of my indistinct feelings. As I sit alone in Dolores park my reading session
turns into a meditative gaze into the powder blue sky. Home being away from home, doesn’t feel quite
like home anymore. At this point ill give it all up. The thought alone of being
engulf by my niece and nephew’s love makes me feel poignant inside. As if I’m
missing something, what a beautiful thing it would be just to see them grow. My
nephew is becoming so skillful with his drawings and my niece is modeling,
acting and learning how to swim all at the age of two. When motivation isn’t
enough, I know love will keep me grounded. Then I remembered my hard work and
dedication is to become their leading star. To reinsure them that all dreams
are possible, as long as they believe.
Yum… the delightful taste of sweet, cinnamon
candy yams, Money green collard greens and a bite of a succulent piece of mom’s baked chicken makes my mouth water. If only I paid attention to her cooking
every Sunday morning I would be able to please this desire. Well I guess San
Francisco forced me to learn how to cook, then again I had to survive. Me being
home right now I would still be the baby in the cradle. Genuine, hyperventilating
laughs… I miss my siblings. We could crack jokes, and just be ourselves all
day. Pulling pranks on my dad as he sleeps is unforgettable. Just picturing it
now makes my stomach weak of laughter___ but… then again I do appreciate “me”
time. Its peaceful, quiet and relaxing. With a sweet cup of Yogi’s green tea, mixed with a pleasurable
taste of French vanilla creamer and a inspirational book such as the four
agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz makes Home being away from home not so bad after
all.
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