My beautiful Puerto Rico… somehow I left you behind. I thought I would feel like coming home during this trip. Instead I feel like a transitory visitor, passing by and knowing that I will leave again. And today, as I leave my mom behind, I long not for going back but for moving forward with my life someplace else.
I had so many expectations this year as I was returning to Puerto Rico for Christmas. I was longing for a place to welcome and cradle my coqui soul. Instead I felt distant like a stranger. How could it be possible for me to feel that I don’t belong here in Puerto Rico?
Maybe these feelings are not real, but a defense mechanism to protect myself from the painful days that I endured in Puerto Rico trying to help my elderly uncle and dealing with Puerto Rico’s archaic and irrational business systems. It was traumatizing,
Leaving town now, I feel relieved and free.
My Coqui Soul Project 