I’m from the freezing wind that you can feel through your clothes when it’s snowing, but I’m also from the heat that seeps through your feet and falls like rain droplets from your forehead.
I’m from the coldest of the cold and the warmest of the warm. Broken by two barriers, united by them, also. I breathe the air as I run around the park, tripping, then getting back up and continuing my sprint.
I’m from the large, three level house that contains new excitement in every floor, boisterous with laughter. I’m also from the small, quiet, two leveled house that can only be heard if you listen quietly.
I walk along the edge of both places, looking around for similar people. I sit at the table and watch as my father tries to ignite the barbeque. I sit alongside the lake side, watching people jump in and produce splashes.
I merge two languages and made my own, which is understandable in both places. I sleep, while they’re woke. And they sleep while I live and breathe the different air.
I’m from the place where I am considered foreign in both places. I live and breathe two different lives. I walk alongside the heat and hold hands with the ice.
I vacuum the house as I see my mother cooking in the next room. I open the door to let in the cool breeze that lights up the house in a million colors as my sister claps with joy off the couch.
I look out the gates to see people less fortunate looking up at me with a surge of hope. I’m from watching the little girl running around the house to looking in the mirror and realizing nothing is forever.
To the one who realized adulthood comes faster than expected, and sometimes, you have to fend for yourself. I’m from the late nights stayed up and cramming for the exams that never seemed to end.
I’m from place where I’d pick up the book but never be able to put it down till the words ‘the end’ appeared.
Music echoed off the walls, but all I can hear is the melody. I drown out words with music, and music with words.
I’m from the anxiety that seems to be consuming me every day yet I still manage to put on a smile. I feel the heat engulfing me from the inside out yet I manage to shiver.
I’m from a tale of two cities combined. I’m from a bit of everything yet a piece of something.