There was a place I called home a long time ago,
It is far now, but I went back.
I am back because I had to go
I was called back.
I called NYC my home, the upper east side is my home
it will be forever the place where my heart and mind were free,
the place where I am me at home
the warm mess that scared others but for me is carefree.
Even if my allergies bloom here,
and I am constantly suffering
even if my medical tests here
are terrible expensive
I welcome this suffering.
There are other places where blood family is,
where my best friends also are,
Munich, West and East London, NYC, Buenos Aires,
places where I am what there is...
It makes no sense, I am aware
this is not my home anymore,
I am welcome better than in any other place
"Welcome home," they said at the border.
I loved West London living with my family, every time I visited
and dreamed of living there,
being a Chelsea girl...
However, my world is now in East London,
my groups, friends, love...
