Excerpt the nonfiction piece “My Utopia”
I stare in awe at the statuesque royal palms that give way to the dirty, moldy roof top. As I turn the corner, I pass through the gate barely held together by rusting hinges, only to make a sharp turn to avoid the bins and bikes in the driveway. I slam on the brakes and turn the engine off. I sigh with perfect contentment, I am home.
As man strives to find his nirvana, he often fails to realize that what he desires is often hidden in plain sight. After my family was uprooted from Trinidad, and migrated to the United States, my world as I knew it, ceased. I had to grapple with a new lifestyle, new people, a different education system, fit in, make friends, all of which was compounded by the trials and tribulations of teenage years. My comfort zone vanished and I was unhappy for a long while. Everything was in transition and true peace of mind eluded me until I realized that as the years passed and we started to grow roots again in our new homeland, that I found my sanctuary, my home.