something I wrote for my literacy class..
I am from clean paved roads, from Starbucks lattes and organic vegetables.
I am from the warm and cozy yet sheltered life of Scottsdale, Arizona.
I am from the cactus, desert sunsets and hot sweltering weather of the valley sunshine.
I am from the long Sunday lunches filled with salad and laughter, jazz music and pool time chaos.
I am from the Jon, and the Joan, the Josh and the Joel. All marked by a letter J, yet all distinguished and remarkable.
I am from a town envious to some, too often unappreciated by those who inhabit it. Where White was the only color of choice, diversity marked by the surrounding territories.
I am from rich Jewish traditions, Friday night dinners marked by candlelight and feasting, prayers and community.
I am from best friends and lost lovers, times of rebirth and moments of joy. Schools filled with possibility, knowing it was us who had the potential.
I am from summers spent in beachy San Diego, sitting in the car waiting to get home. Washing the sand off my toes and laying by the porch.
I am from celebrated holidays, unforgettable moments, and a childhood I begged not to end.
A girl smiles at where she is from. I am that girl, that girl is me.
