My Birth Place

I miss the beaches.
I miss the friends.
I miss the good food.
I miss the salty air.
I miss China Town.
I miss the colours.
I miss the waves.
I miss the ‘toilet bowl’.
I miss the feeling the being there.
I miss the rain.
I miss the green mountains.
I miss the flowers.

I really miss the smell of the island, my home.

But I will tell you I do not miss the people, or the prices, or the schools I went to. I don’t miss how I was treated.
Would I ever want to live there again. No, never. There are other places with their own beauty. I will only go back there once more in my life, and that will be for my grandmother bereavement.