My Hometown, Your Hometown
A year ago at this very moment we were all in Kisumu together. It feels longer and it feels shorter. Maybe we were eating at the Indian restaurant, maybe we were walking, or at the orphanage playing with the twins, or maybe we were on our way home from the boarding school. It was a Friday, I can’t remember what we did on Fridays. I feel saddened when I wonder if we’ll ever be together like that again.
Steve posted some of my photos of Kisumu and since then I have been thinking a lot about hometowns. The ones we have left. The ones that we long for. The ones we return to. I have felt at home and a sense of belonging in so many places amongst many loved ones. Horses in Bramps, Toronto streets, that waterfront on Lake Victoria. Vague and lucid memories of hometown shuffle and pile into a wily timeline creating a strange tension of always feeling at home.
Beautiful - the visuals and text. Nourishes the soul to let my mind drift along with the thoughts you inspire.