They go through my head as I go through my day.
When I climb out of bed and see the city outside my window with the morning light streaming across the rooftops, I think of my cousins. I wish I could show them the colors and the way the sun crosses the northern sky.
When I put the kettle on for coffee I think of my daughter. I want to show her how my kettle here is so different than my kettle in the UK.
When I pour the hot water through the filter I think of my mom. I want to show her how we make it here, and I want her to sit with me in the morning as she tries Brazilian coffee with my home made almond milk while we wake up. I wonder if she’ll like it.
When I lay out my yoga mat on the balcony I think of my friend, Vicki. I wish she could join me out there while we practice our crow poses without falling over. Who am I kidding? We’d both fall over and laugh our asses off. Then we’d walk over for a frozen acai to cool off when we’re done.
When I stop in the acai shop I think of my son. The boy who works there looks a lot like him. I dream about what it would be like if I could just pop over for a visit on his lunch break just to see his face.
When we treat ourselves to a frappuccino at the bookstore in the mall I think of my friend, Kate. I hope she can come visit me like we planned before we left last time. I don’t have a beach to lay on with her anymore, but I’ve got her spot reserved at the pool.
When I go to my tecido class I think of my friend, Kesley. Man, she would love this! I can just imagine her in the class, fitting right in with the other students even though she doesn’t speak Portuguese. They’d love her.
When it rains I think of our friends from Scotland. I bet Angela would be amazed at our wild afternoon tempests and how loud the thunder is!
When we park in the garage below the apartment I think of my dad. He’d get a kick out of the kit buggy parked around the corner from our spot. I wonder if he’d like the way they restored the Mustang on the other side.
When we hear the parties going on outside in the BBQ area I think of Brian’s younger son. He’d be right in the middle of it, dancing with his girl.
When we walk through the big park I think of Brian’s older son. I bet he’d like the scenery, and his wife would have a ball with her camera there.
When we go to a new friend’s place for a BBQ I think of Greg and Jenn. I bet they’d love spending the whole day dipping in the pool, eating and drinking in small portions all day long, laughing, telling stories and playing with everyone’s little kids. Maybe even have a mid-afternoon nap before waking up to continue the party.
When I hear the roar of a Harley coming up around us on the road I think of my bike riding friends. I wonder if they’d like a road trip around here, and I wish I could show them some of the small and winding roads that have taken us to some amazing waterfalls. Kevin could bring his fishing pole and provide dinner, grilled right there in the forest.
Nothing here is as familiar as home, but each new thing brings me a memory of a loved one. Those memories bring a little piece of home with them and make me feel alright.