Nothing but words.




posted : Friday, August 6, 2010
title : Memories
I miss..

being the minority among the American majority,
my appearance undeceiving - a living portrayal of my origin,
an invitation to questions and appraisals from the curious and unknowing;
starting anew from ground zero in a foreign country,
beginning not from history, but the present;
visiting quaint mom & pops,
exploring their quirky momentos and exhibits, so unaffected by big-name stores;
walking on foreign soil,
hoping and knowing that somewhere miles away, I am on others' minds;
experiencing a different culture,
trying to blend in, mimick their native accent;
walking around a campus,
it's architecture so geniusly constructed, a castle of sorts;
touring local attractions,
and then falling deeply, madly in love with Starbucks caramel macchiato;
going to supermarkets,
gawking in wonder at man's creations, stacked on shelves in aisles,
the variety, the affordability.
meeting new people,
understanding others, thinking how starkly different/similar we are;
watching autumn leaves the shades of red, yellow, orange, pile up on the ground,
squirrels chasing around, unaffected by their proximities to humans;
the hot shower in winter, calming my nerves;
sunny California, the hollywood fever;
cheap yet branded finds in factory premium outlets;
learning that Americans resort to the pill, for any kinds of sickness,
pharmacies storing any medicine you can think of;
the nation's array of bookstores - Barnes and Nobles, Borders.. even the local Target,
perusing the endless volumes of books, wishing I could own them all;
free shipping: a bum's way to laze around more, but save on more.

Alas! The memories.