I grew up in a small seaside town in Massachusetts. We moved to Wisconsin when I was 11, and I’ve been here ever since. My Dad worked in a factory and wrote poetry at night; my Mom worked for the government. It’s strange to think about whether I was happy as a child. I was quiet. I missed the ocean after we moved. I’d read about Portuguese explorers and hear stories about my uncle Jack who was a captain of a ship and I’d feel saudade. I still do.
(via Daydream Lily)
