saturdays are lovely. especially the kind spent inside and out; productive, yet not rushed. i wish every day could be a saturday.
i finally ended my quest for felafel in this city. although nashville is very ethnically diverse (we have a large refugee and international population), it is not always easy to track down the best (and often, unheard of) ethnic restau's in town! fortunately, the farmer's market is essentially the international grocer meets food court, and i couldn't have been happier to sit amidst such a diverse group of people and people watch!
walking through the outdoor vendors reminded me so much of being in haiti. colorful, 'urban' clothing hung around the tops of open-air stands; boxes upon boxes of thrift store finds marking other plots. i know haiti is much more than that; but i don't see this in a negative light at all. if anything, just familiar.
i found myself in the international grocery in the middle of the food court. somewhere between the curry, tahini, and produce, i found myself feeling at home. theres something so familiar about being in a place so foreign. it's inviting, welcoming, safe. most people wouldn't say that about the third-world. but, for some reason, it's the exact thing that causes my heart to both swell, and grow.
i swear, one day i'm going to wind up straddling the border of the "4 corners" in utah, arizona, colorado, and new mexico. at that moment, i will actually know what it feels like to physically have my feet in 4 different places; even though my heart has felt like that for some time now. i guess on the plus side, it just shows how much i love each place or idea, that i have the hardest time letting go of it, or pursuing one at the cost of another.
not the direction i intended on taking this entry, but i guess saturdays can also be good for reflections sake.
hope your saturday is sunny and bright wherever you are, and that you feel at home.
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