Where I'm From

I’m from Las Vegas, Nevada

Walking proof that what happens in Vegas

Gets up and goes to California

I’m from California

Where the Theatre bug got me good

But show business won’t bite

I’m from the West coast

Where climbing trees and sitting on the floor

Is acceptable in public

Where love and sand

Are abundant

Where my mom likes to sit

And pretend to conjure 

But never in her kitchen

Where my dad likes to babysit

My two crazy sisters

While doing P90X

And I’m from Texas

Where the air is thick

And way to hot to enjoy

Where my Viking Grandma lives

With her Viking daughter

And my hippie grandfather

Where I did my growing

But not all the way

Where I learned

Home is where the anchor holds

But who needs an anchor

When winds are pushing the sails

I am from ambitions

From “hell yeah” and “go do it”

I am from old, worn down shoes

From hand crafted fairy wings

And Yugio cards

I am from hand-me-down home décor

And antique store smells

I am from the pink roses

And homegrown rosemary

And the wild lavender plants

I am from disorganized holidays

From Cat Stevens and Jack Johnson and Beck and Bob Marley

I am from the campfires on the beach

And Sundays at Great Grandpa Gere’s

From kicking tires and lighting fires

From taking the world by the balls

I’m from Lebanon, Guatemala and Ireland

From Hummus and pizza sandwiches

From hiking Montaña de Oro

From a weekend at Disney Land

From the California winds

And the chills of the Pacific

I am from things made by hand

From roaming the woods in flip-flops

And lounging in the sand