home
Today I arrived at work 15 minutes early. Yesterday, I arrived 40 minutes late. Balance is everything. I was listening to this song on my way in deslocado. It touches me deep down in my soul. Only those who are far from home truly understand. When he sings, "My home smells like cassava", it makes me want to cry. I miss home so much that it hurts. This song describes exactly how I feel, and it touches me even more because my grandpa used to play the accordion; whenever I see someone playing one, I’m reminded of my childhood, Sundays at my grandparents' house with my mom, my aunts, uncles, and cousins.