Part of the condition of the immigrant means the heart is in two places at once. Homesickness isn’t the right word for it, because were is home?
Today, after a friend sent me the amazing headline that the California Supreme Court has essentially legalized gay marriage I feel, well, homesick.
I used to live in San Fransisco before the dot-com boom pushed out most of people like myself living hand-to-mouth. Years ago I went back and visited San Francisco briefly during that moment when numerous gay couples were getting married to push the political envelope. City Hall was an OTT mass wedding centre and the whole city had this glow– more than it’s usual tender lighting– as if everyone was just a little in love.
I can only imagine the street parties going down there now. How I wish I was there. Cali, I love you.