Faces flutter by of people I've never seen before
The people I consider my best friends have new friends
And I am back in a place I worked so hard to leave
I drive the streets of a town I know so well
Signs fly by of stores that weren't there before
The quaint downtown has been infiltrated by corporations
And I'd give anything for it to feel normal again
My mind knows English, but my heart speaks Egyptian
My mouth tastes burgers, but my soul wants koshary
I'm divided between two cultures I don't even know anymore
And I keep wishing to be standing on solid ground
Hello, it's been a while. Now that I'm back in the U.S., there's not much to write about. Today is the anniversary of the day I left for New York and, eventually, Egypt. Being back is a weird feeling that's impossible to explain. It's even worse when people actually ask how it feels to be back.
I wrote this short poem when I was feeling homesick... or is it host-sick? It's a bit melodramatic, but it adds to the effect. Being back isn't as bad as I thought, but it's still not easy. Hopefully one day I'll figure out what normal is... If there is such a thing.
I'll blog again when I blog again. Thanks for reading.
Learn something today.
Byeeeeee
Corie.
