Being “bicontinental” is a little like this image. Wherever I am, part of me resides elsewhere.
Days into my Western stay, I feel like a tourist, and yet it’s all utterly familiar. I left belongings here and there. Amy boxes are stashed in garages, basements, and closets. Little by little, I rediscover my cool weather clothes, art supplies, and precious items I could not bear to part with but are too heavy to haul across the world.
Jet lag is a thing and I give myself a solid week to recover. Dreams are intense and I feel a bit stoned.
Drawing #2: At Connor’s
My youngest has his first solo apartment and I love seeing him there. We go shopping for household items, pots and a clock. Paintings are hung and I give him prayer flags from Nepal to hang in the living room. There is only one mirror, and it’s perfect.
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