On Sunday, I had quite a breakdown, because I had to go into the office to hand in an application for the renewal of my passport, and this just seemed like the biggest most adult responsibility in the world, and I felt like a child who just wanted to go home. Feeling completely overwhelmed, I cried to sleep, and then woke up the next day and wrote this. Immediately, I felt 100x better – writing has become therapeutic!
I feel far
Far from my parents and how they expected me to be home at nine-thirty
Far from my sister and how she always had the last word
Far from my city that was too hot and too dry and just not young enough
I make a list of why I’m better off here and it’s longer than my life but I never stop feeling far
They are lies
They are all lies, and I’m in an elaborate play on a stage that has become my life.
I will dance and laugh and cook and be merry
I will make friends and enemies and forgive and forget
I will excel in classes and fail in mid-terms, but I cannot
Walk twenty seconds to the pool where I rescued my cat
Light up candles outside our doorstep to welcome Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity
Rush to find shade at the beach, scared that the sun will leave a scar.
Now I turn my sunflower head towards the overcast sky and pretend
Imagine that I dance and laugh and cook and am merry at home
my friends and enemies and memories are being made at home