I’m from the city by the bay, where the wisping winds kiss my face, where gulls flap happily by, where laughter and love float through the moist air and down the hilly streets of the lighted city I call home.

The firstborn, the second came later when I realized my life would be changed forever by him and his infected brain.
I’m from a house on the hill, where a golden bridge towered above casting its shadow as wide as my wildest dreams.
My life lay before me. Far beyond the auburn bridge and the rivers that run with gold.
Across the country I went, to find a new land to call my home.
I’m from a house on an urban house on the corner of a four way stop, not too big and not too small.
A new family I found outside my mother, father and brother. Younglife became a family outside my own.
I’m from the wilderness, a jungle cat living in a house.
The mountains call my name and the forest whispers to me secrets and desires, leading me to who I’ve become.
I’m from valley in the country, where I found myself the fire-burned hills in the land of a billion lights.
I’m from the backcountry hills of America, where the silver of the sages shone in the night, where the moonlight is the only light you need.
The sun kissed my skin roughly, but not enough to hurt me, but enough to make me feel loved.
I’m from Baldy Mountain. The beast I tamed and the trek I conquered. 12,441 feet I strode to call it mine and it fills my memory.
The rising sun shone through the trees and Picasso took the role of God, painting the trees and light, enchanting me and leaving me breathless.
I’m from the boundary waters of Canada. Gliding across the lake of glass, gaping at the wonders of creation and the world I am from.
Eagles swooped and the fish swam, each detail honed to perfection. A memory I will never forget.
I am from a world of fighters, though they don’t all know it. I fighter is what I am and a better one I strive to be.
My uncle was Marine and a Marine he will always be. I long to be one too, to bear the symbol of the anchor, eagle and globe. To truly be one of the few, the proud, the Marines.
Call me a fool or call me young, it’s what I want to be. To give back to a land that I owe my life, a land that made me, me.
All in all, I’m from the world. Nature has forged me into who I am, who I was, and who I want to be.