Never

This past Friday, we each wrote the beginnings of a monodrama. This is mine.

Never

O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

Home...

They say that home is where the heart is, whoever they are...
What if your heart is in 2 different places?...
Where is my home?
My family - Mom, Dad, Dan, and Cookie, our dog.
They live in Michigan now.
New house, new city, new people, new yard, new furniture, new car, new rooms, new way of life.
What about the old, the familiar?
Old house - my house - my city, my people, my yard, my furniture, my car, my room, my way of life.
Throwing my 18th birthday party, 2 months late.
Opening acceptance - and rejection - letters from colleges.
Going to Disneyland with my little cousins.
Chasing my dog around the house, both floors, because we have- had- 2 staircases.
Jumping in our pool just because I felt like it.

I can never do this again.
No more driving through canyons to get to the beach on a spontaneous trip with my friends.
No more California - at least, no more of the California that I knew, that I love.

Where is my home?

I am divided; where do I go?

My family in one place, my life in another

...home?