When I opened up the shoji screens
upon arriving at the hotel
it was like opening up a giant Christmas present.
I can not fully describe the feeling,
but I excitedly gasped and sighed simultaneously.
Like seeing an old love who stops me dead in my tracks,
I want the relationship back,
but I know our time has passed.
San Francisco for me is a deliciously sweet elixir,
it is an addiction I had to pull myself away from
with tears streaming from my eyes,
I wanted more,
but I knew it had to end.
When I get a drop,
I always want more.
Returning to my hyggelig is always bittersweet.
I go to recenter myself
to fill up my tank
to have time to think
to live
to reflect
to be inspired.
I become sad that I am no longer there,
but am acutely aware I will likely never return.
And so as I enter my fifth year in Minneapolis,
I continue to enter each day
thankful for my past
hopeful for my future
knowing my present is here now
home is where my boys are
and my hyggelig is only a flight away.
I am not who I was
I am not who I will be
I am who I am now
the sum of my experiences
the hope of my future
living in the moment
thankful for each day.
