Moving in
can be healing,
After a
year of living
In
furnished student digs
To be
surrounded by one's
Possessions
that define
Who one
really is
One feels
suddenly grounded
Literally,
with four hundred boxes,
And notionally.
I know
many Australians
Are of
the opinion
That
possessions are dragging
One down,
clutter they call it.
But what
do they know
They
belong to the country
Of which
they have shaped
All their
surroundings until they are
Culturally
part of them
But when
one is a migrant
Then it
is of import
Not to
forget your cultural baggage
Be it
artistic, consisting of furniture, books,
And not
to forget cooking!
L.
Bailliet©
17/09/2012
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