corners and continents

we find ourselves in the oddest places:
in a boat race in the middle of Rotterdam,
on road trips through Holland,
in the middle of a field between canals,
and traveling,
traveling,
our traveling bones

English Christmas

This year, I was welcomed into my friend's family for Christmas, and I spent a week completely submerged in English culture. It was interesting, and completely odd, to be a part of a family that is a counterpart to my life thousands of miles away.

the times between

the times between were the growing times,
when we woke up to snow and still traveled north,
when we waited on Westminster Bridge for the turn of the year,
when I learned to be loved and to love more than I ever had before.

lost hands to hold

after five solid months together, in the middle of November, we returned to London and realised that our breaths together were numbered, so we grasped at them with grabby hands until they were gone.

fire of the nations

we wandered around the United Kingdom for two months,
climbing to peaks to catch the slipping sun,
whispering together on buses that crisscrossed the valleys,
holding hands briefly in worship,
and my heart broke and changed and grew so beautifully.

boroughs and bus stops

i met a house on a busy street

between bus stops and borough signs

and I made my home in a chaotic rush

and splintered pieces of my heart to leave behind

the home attached to my heartstrings

I have lived in the northwest side of London for over three months now, and I've gotten used to falling asleep to the sound of the train and singing along to the symphony of sirens.

The thing about this home is that it moves as swiftly as the city that surrounds it. These are the moments that have defined home for me for the past three months.