Homesickness

An old precious friend recently said that she wished we lived closer so we could get together and make jam, pies and laugh.  I would love this to happen.  

My heart wants to break free of my chest and fly to her kitchen across the seas.  

Sometimes I get SO homesick.

This is where I grew up, Bowen Island:

pic from http://seattlestravels.com/

I spent many Halloween nights standing behind the chains in the above photo watching the fireworks.  Everyone of those nights I would burn my tongue on the HOT chocolate provided by the fire department.

This is the almost view from the deck of our house.






Now seasons change and I am still the same
I dont belong to anyone
Still a piece of me will always be
Sitting in my hometown sun 

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