Got mail?
I got a Christmas card in the mail from my avó in Portugal, and from one of my aunts. It smelled just like our clothes do when we come home from being over there for weeks. I don’t think there’s anything else in this world that I love to smell as much as that scent. It’s rustic… Smells like the country… It’s just amazing to me. It brings back such memories, feelings of being back there on the island. I don’t know if anyone could understand how it is for me. I feel like it’s my true home. Like it’s where I’m meant to be… I miss it there. I miss my avó (my grandma). It’s been almost 6 years since we’ve been there, and I can still remember their voices. I can still remember how I would love to cross the field and jump down from the wall to get to my madrinha’s (godmother) house. How I would just walk in there, sit down on the couch, watch tv, and feel at home… I remember everything about being there like it was yesterday. It’s so beautiful. It reminds me how sometimes I don’t like to take pictures of what I see. Sometimes… Sometimes I just like to not be able to share those images with anyone else. They’re mine and mine alone, for me to cherish everyday. The way the water was crystal clear… The way the village lit up when it got dark… The way the food would smell when I would walk through the door. I miss it so much, it’s like a part of me is missing. The only things that come close to this feeling are the pure love I have felt for someone before, that burning love you feel when you would do absolutely anything for a person.. And the feeling I would get when I was in band. That fire inside me that would burn. When I’m there… I’m home. Truly home. I can’t wait for the summer. Road trip and then off to Portugal. Summer of ‘12, you better be prepared. <3
