Journal: My American Dream
“I surrendered my beliefs
and found myself at the tree of life
injecting my story into the veins of leaves
only to find that stories like forests
are subject to seasons
only through new words
might new worlds
- Saul Williams | Said the Shotgun to the Head
Happy 4th everyone, above is one of my favourite poems from Saul Williams. America has been home for 5 years. I was a bit of a nomad before I got married, filled with wanderlust and ready to settle down anywhere. I think that's why A and I click so well, we both have this strong desire to "make home" all over the world. Does that make sense? To see new places together, give birth to new memories that our little family will talk about and laugh about around the dining table. More than ever these days, I've found that home is anywhere we are.
But to be able to call America home right now means so much to me. I love the settledness it brings. I came to collegel here, explored myself here as a young woman, I was rebellious here, I found a new relationship with God here. Met my boyfriend, now husband here. Got married here in sweet Georgia. Gave birth to my daughter here. Was adopted into his and now my family here. Suffered loss and heartbreak here. Felt the joys of victory and survival here. At times it is a love hate relationship. I first encountered racism and prejudice here. But for what it's worth America has given me a place to call home away from home. It will forever be a part of my identity now and by God, I love her for it.
Image from Une Vitrine Pour Ma Vie