Travel Snapshots: Jamaica, Nostalgia
It has been 5 years since I last went home to Jamaica, having felt a bit disconnected to the island following the deaths of my mother and grandma.
However, the memories of my past life in Jamaica, engulfed me on this recent trip, even though we did not venture outside of the hotel. One taste of Jamaican cherry juice brought back strongly memories of days spent in my grand Aunt’s backyard pushing higher on the swings, belly full of laughs and eating cherries and almonds as they fell off the trees.
I cried as I drank red peas soup and sour sop juice and remembered my mom; she knew these where my favorites and always had them ready when I came home.
Food never fails to reminds us of who we were and who we are today.
The people I met and reconnected with reminded me why I am proud to be Jamaican. We are kind and gracious souls.
“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
– Sarah Dessen