Letters to July // Day 5
Dear July,
I'm leaving soon. My hangers sit in my closet bare. My dresser looks as though it has fought a hare. And my room,let's just not go there. Traveling is a very complicated thing for me. I love to leave. I love to get out of the suburb of the city that I live in to go to a place less familiar, less memorized. I get tired of seeing the same streets and the same places. I just want to see new faces with less traces of the already seen. The idea of all these things makes me want to get out whenever I have the chance, but when I leave I feel lost. Without the familiarity, that I know I'll see;the feeling of uncertainty when I see nothing that I know, it seems to take over. When I fly from one home to another across the seas I don't feel settled 'til I see a face that I love and know. Having family across the world is hard. It's as though your heart is broken in two; one in the states and one in my grandparents house in the busy streets of India. Until I go there, to their little house, I don't feel ready to face the rest of my family and the buzz of the streets and pounding of the heavy rain. I can feel it July. When you follow me there, you'll bring thunderstorms like no other; rain pounding against the muddy streets. We'll spend the free moments sitting by the window feeling the rain blow into our faces; the humidity creating the sweat at our brow and the rain washing it off. I can't wait July. I can't wait for the trains and the buses and the rickshaws. Let's see where the bumpy roads take us.
I'm leaving soon. My hangers sit in my closet bare. My dresser looks as though it has fought a hare. And my room,let's just not go there. Traveling is a very complicated thing for me. I love to leave. I love to get out of the suburb of the city that I live in to go to a place less familiar, less memorized. I get tired of seeing the same streets and the same places. I just want to see new faces with less traces of the already seen. The idea of all these things makes me want to get out whenever I have the chance, but when I leave I feel lost. Without the familiarity, that I know I'll see;the feeling of uncertainty when I see nothing that I know, it seems to take over. When I fly from one home to another across the seas I don't feel settled 'til I see a face that I love and know. Having family across the world is hard. It's as though your heart is broken in two; one in the states and one in my grandparents house in the busy streets of India. Until I go there, to their little house, I don't feel ready to face the rest of my family and the buzz of the streets and pounding of the heavy rain. I can feel it July. When you follow me there, you'll bring thunderstorms like no other; rain pounding against the muddy streets. We'll spend the free moments sitting by the window feeling the rain blow into our faces; the humidity creating the sweat at our brow and the rain washing it off. I can't wait July. I can't wait for the trains and the buses and the rickshaws. Let's see where the bumpy roads take us.
Love,
Ankita
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