Showing posts with label Wish You Were Here. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wish You Were Here. Show all posts

April 5, 2010

"The Very Quiet Apartment"


My Chocolat Apartment
is now
my Very Quiet Apartment,
a change I knew
would bring back the long-battled
homesickness.


Can you all just come here and live with me, please?
Is a month next week tomorrow NOW too short of notice?


{Image via Felicia}
{Music via Yoko Kanno}

February 27, 2010

"This May Sound Crazy, But..."


When I use floss,
I remember you saying,
"Oh, you're one of those people",
meaning I use too much of it.
And I can't help but smile.
:)

When I watch the schoolboys pedal
their girlfriends around on bicycles,
I remember you picking me up on a Wednesday,
driving me to the mountains to walk my dog
and watch the sun go to sleep.

And when I have nights like last night,
when the toilet is my pillow
and stomach juices scorch my throat,
I think of you putting a washcloth on my forehead
and stroking my hair.

And it's enough to put me back to sleep,
just like that drowsy sun
when we walked my dog in the mountains together
on a Wednesday.

January 10, 2010

"Just Around the River Bend..."

"Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time."
-Leo F. Buscaglia
Sorry, I've got Disney princesses singing in my ear right now.
First Belle, now Pocahontas.
Not that that has anything to do with anything...

{*ahem*}
Just around the corner,
and down a few streets,
{A blessed miracle.}

My scriptures were taken at the train station,
gone with my tote bag.
And even though most of the members in my new ward
were hesitant to speak English to me,
they accepted my broken Japanese
with eye-crinkling grins.
And let me borrow an English quad
from the Church library.

I made a new friend
{Sayo}
and with her, came the rest of her family,
all smiles, all happiness.
Especially her grandmother,
who stands as high as my ribcage.
Her words in English,
"welcome to my house"
{she meant, "welcome to Church"}
warmed me up.

There is a sister who served in Hawaii,
who used her English skills to ask me questions like,
"Do you want to make miso?"
&
"Do you want to wear a kimono?"

And when they learned I just celebrated my birthday,
they made me a card
and gave me Japanese biscuits. ♥

The ward here is just like home;
everything is structured the same.
The only difference is the language
and the amount of members.
{There were, at best, 15-20 people in the congregation.}

I'm doing my best to fight off homesickness,
and am sharing these little adventures with you
because I wish you all were here,
experiencing them with me.

{Image via Nelson Seawright}