Sometimes home calls your name so loudly,

you cannot ignore it.

But home is different for different people.

For some, it is a place,

for others, it is a feeling.

For me, it is a hybrid of both.

California has been home for ages now,

I have always said that I was born in Kenya

but I grew up in Los Angeles.

Now, more than ever, in these Trump times,

home, with a feeling, is beckoning.

Perhaps because love awaits,

because a slow down at this time and age

seems much needed and required.

I do not know.

I am heeding the call.


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