I am from the hospitals. The place where I visit so much. The place where I go home learning what to do and what not to do. The place where nervous faces surround me. I am from the hospitals.
I am from the white sand beaches. The many barbeques that we had on those beaches. The seagulls calling out to us as if they had to say something. The seals lying on the rocks together. Friends and family laughing together. I am from the white sand beaches.
I am from skiing. Gliding down the mountains, wind pushing against my face. Trees and frozen lakes surround me. I leave two trails behind me. Looking out over the mountains and the valleys as I ski. The skies are filled with snow and clouds. I am from skiing.
I am from family dinners. Gathering around the table. Sharing our thoughts and troubles. Talking about anything we want. Knowing we are wanted and welcome. And sometimes we are quiet from eating. A place where not only good news is told, but also bad news. I am from family dinners.
When I go back in time and think, I know where I’m from.