I’m homesick. I want to see my brothers and sisters and the people I’ve known for most of my life.. I want to walk through Vancouver’s fall weather, stepping over fallen leaves and chestnut husks. I want to feel the bracing coolness and enjoy the sunlight without any accompanying heat and humidity.
I’d like to go down to 4th Avenue, to one of my former haunts and eat and drink with old friends. I’d so enjoy a shopping foray with my girlfriend who is the world’s greatest bargain hunter. The Bay and the small shops on Robson Street must have fabulous discounts on those racks of the last summer stragglers.
It would be fun to drive to North Vancouver, and swing past my old house on West 28th Street. I wonder if the tree where my brothers built their precarious forts is still there? And I’d love a glimpse of the front yard where I made up games with my younger sisters and our neighbors.
I love my life in Merida, but even after 35 years, I do have days like this…
Tomorrow will be better.