Where I'm From

I am from music, lyrics that bring back the moments, from Ipods and Taylor Swift.
From the ocean, the waves seen in my balcony going back and forth, the salty smell, the sound that conforts you.
From the books full of recipies in the black shelf, and the kitchen's particular cookie dough smell.

I am from Christmas, from family meatings in the living room.
From dad shouting on Sundays because we are late to mass,
From mom cooking and teaching me, but failed,
From the boxes still unopened full of pictures and memories from another place.

From running till someone says "got ya!!",
From counting till 50 and seeking for friends,
From drawing in the white, huge walls, the walls that,--in that time-- where as tall as the Empire State, living a particular crayola smell all over the house,
From trying to cook, but there was a voice saying "Don't touch the oven!", the voice that freaked me out.

I am from teenage love, from the voice always telling me that what goes up must come down, so don't let yourself fall.
From watching movies all over again just because I loved one particular part,
From running like a little kid just because it relaxes me.

I am from Colombia, yet I am not in that place.
From the I don't want to move to another place, and the I don't want to go back.

I am from those moments.
From the befores and afters,
From the things that have happened,
and the things that I am still waiting for,
From reaching for stars,
and even if I don't grab them,
I still  feel like I am on the top of the world.