Mi pueblito, Bani — Republica Dominicana
I spent all of my childhood summers in this town my mom was born and raised in. In a big one story house they called, “La Antigua,” because it was one of the oldest houses in the town. I’d spend hours standing in the front door that faced one of the busiest intersections, people watching and breathing in the exhaust-filled air. In utter contentment.
The block we lived on started to become commercialized and full of noisy businesses..and so loud that we could barely hear each other speak; and the inconveniences eventually led our family to sell our house.
I still find myself getting emotional at the thought of my sanctuary away from home being given away because those summers spent running around barefoot, feet dirty, sticky from sweat after climbing the trees in our yard and climbing everything we possibly could, building our own playgrounds by turning our rocking chairs upside down in different formations, catching the lizards we could and keeping them as pets for the day, dancing in the rain when it was hurricane season, picking limes off our tree and sprinkling salt on the wedges, waiting for the grown-ups to take their scheduled siesta after meals to be reckless and climb to our roof…. those are some of the sweetest and vivid memories I have to date.
We live in the capital of Dominican Republic now; Santo Domingo. And while it’s still beautiful, nothing gives me the feeling Bani gives me. So when we stayed there for the weekend, I was fucking ecstatic. I fell in love with my town’s color scheme, it’s people, it’s essence, all over again.. with brand new eyes. I still feel the warmth it restored in me today as I sit on the floor of my home in La Capital, and I hope to carry that warmth and that life back with me to New York City this Thursday. I am beyond grateful and proud to have this culture be a part of me.
"i am a simple man. i have a normal life and one day hope to impact the world. life is too short to not spend every moment in love with life." - skript