Do you ever feel that there are pieces of you spread
throughout the world and until you live in those places for some time, you’ll
never become whole?
Ever since living in Italy I feel this. I believe a part of
me grew while living there and a part of me left and will always reside within
that country.
I believe a part of me lives in Charleston, a place I’ve
never seen.
I believe a part of me lives in Portland, Oregon.
A part of me lives in Sacramento.
A part of me lives in the Bay Area.
A part of me lives in Tucson.
A part of me lives in Tucson.
A part of me lives in Nashville.
And I believe a part of me lives in London, also a place I’ve
never seen.
There is some small part of my being that truly believes
each of these places hold a little piece of me. Somehow these pieces add up and
will help develop me into the type of person I aspire to be.
It’s like picking up puzzle pieces or little treasure maps.
Here’s that piece you’ve been looking for. Attach it to yourself and continue
your journey.
When I look at pictures of rainy London and historic
Charleston, I see images of myself wandering the streets, drinking tea and
snapping photographs. I see me happy and free and developing into myself.
Something in my heart tells me these places have home-like
characteristics and will teach me something about myself. My actual home
will always be where I am loved but my temporary homes hold promise as well.
Pick up a piece and leave one there. I guess that’s growing
up.
