my parents divorced when I was five so my world contracted and expanded as living situations changed. For my dad this would change on a whim as he'd live with whatever girlfriend he was involved with at that time. By the time my little brother was born in 1993, my world had expanded beyond Forest Hills (where I lived with my mom) and Flushing (where my parents grew up and my dad's mom still lived) to include Park Slope, Bushwick, Lower Manhattan.

And don't get me started on Colombia
that blew my mind for a minute as a little kid
"Grandma, you really came all that way???" is what i asked her the very first time she pointed out Colombia on a map, before my first trip at the age of 8.
To know that I am part of a world beyond my everyday one, a whole continent away.

here for dis.