Soon I will travel
from one home to
another.
From Lugano:
Warm days and cool
evenings,
with rain stronger
than I have experienced.
The thunder storms
that excite.
The presence of
the Swiss Alps
overwhelming and
beautiful.
My parents miss
me,
my dog misses me
and sleeps on my
bed in Bend.
My closest
friends,
a residence that
has become my family.
My home in
Switzerland.
To Bend:
The splendid blue
sky
hardly ever
trapped by gray clouds.
The place I had
never left
until Lugano.
Arriving in the
airport
my mother will hug
me first.
My dad will smile
and hug me second.
Together we will
drive home to my dog,
Daisy.
Daisy will hear my
voice and tremble with excitement.
She will run to me
and lick my face,
her small stature
will be easy to hold in my arms.
I will be welcomed
into my home,
and then I will
miss Lugano.
Skype dates
regularly scheduled
with my friends
around the world.
We are never truly
separated.
In between:
Crying as I say
good-bye to my friends.
Crying when I say
hello to my family.
Both homes call to
me.
I am sad to leave.
But I am happy to
arrive.
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