Calendar year

My mother died on a monday. Calendar of 1998 is same as this year.

Today is the day I returned to Trinidad.

I remember all these people being here when I arrived. I didn't want to see any of them.

From then, ... I have felt homeless.

Home isn't just a place to sleep or a building.

Home is more than that.

Home is a place in your heart you feel proud of and work you are happy to do.

Have I found a home as yet?

No, but I have certainly been searching.

So is there a place for me out there?

Maybe/ maybe not.

Either way.... I don't have any regrets to date.

Tomorrow is another day, come what may.