just feels like home
Every time I’m there my memory goes back to the day in July back in 1995. The F train stop on West 8th street had a walking bridge which led to the boardwalk. My 5 year old cousin and I were walking alongside with grandfather. He couldn’t stop talking, and I was too edgy to see the beach & show off my new blue swimming suit which matched the color of my eyes (they change from light blue, to darker blue to green depending on the light & emotions). At some point I asked my grandfather if he ever misses Ukraine. He said he never does, everything he needs is here.
just feels like home
Every time I’m there my memory goes back to the day in July back in 1995. The F train stop on West 8th street had a walking bridge which led to the boardwalk. My 5 year old cousin and I were walking alongside with grandfather. He couldn’t stop talking, and I was too edgy to see the beach & show off my new blue swimming suit which matched the color of my eyes (they change from light blue, to darker blue to green depending on the light & emotions). At some point I asked my grandfather if he ever misses Ukraine. He said he never does, everything he needs is here.