I used to love being home. My family is a huge part of my identity, and I grew up thinking of my cousins more like little siblings. I still love being home, and seeing all my family. I miss them so much while I’m away. However, when my mom died, home changed drastically for me. I don’t miss my house the way I used to. I don’t miss showering in my shower, I don’t miss sleeping in my bed. I don’t miss cooking in my kitchen.
I’ve found it a lot harder to write pieces for the blog while here. While abroad, I had so much more time and peace of mind in which I could meditate on my feelings. Being home, all my feelings continue to hit me like a ton of bricks, preventing me from effectively breaking them down and look at them relatively objectively. One might say that being here, surrounded by all the people who love me so much and are most affected by this collective loss, has brought my emotions too close to home.
close to home
Getting home is
Putting on a new skin
Zipping it up quickly so that
No one knows
It’s me.
I leave
myself
at the arrival gate
of the airport.
I abandon my flannels for frills
I hand in my converse and slide into sandals
I don
Sunglasses
Handbag
Nail polish
Flowery dress.
I strip away
Leg hair
Armpits
My flannels
My boots.
Give me grocery list
Laundry to fold
Hair to control
A family to hold
together.
I am Pascale personified
My mother incarnate
Does she know who I am when I am not her?
Do I?
I slip into my skin at the end of each semester.
I am my mother.
I am home.
I am free.
I am
me
Please let me know what you think. I love hearing your feedback. Even more than that, I love talking about and remembering my mom. I’ m always, always happy to chat about her and tell stories about her. Thank you for reading!
Wow. This is so touching. Love the way you bring us the readers into your world.
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❤️❤️❤️
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beautiful and sincere..like an exhale ❤
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thanks for reading 💕. it’s nice to be able to exhale every once in a while.
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Love this! Beautiful writing and poem ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you, O!
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❤️❤️❤️Your heart is pure and much loved! Keep being you… Much love thanks for opening and sharing yr heart so freely
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Thank you so much! Miss you 💕
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I’m always in awe of your writing. Beautiful Lia
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Powerful and endearing. You’ve brought my feelings to the surface when I too, “come home.”
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your writing is an extension of your kind heart, Lia ❤️ very beautiful and moving.
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Thank you so much, Jesse. I hope you’re well 💕
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