At a time when we are separated by COVID-19 travel restrictions, a memory of my grandmother's words becomes redefined. She spoke of travel as loss and longing for loved ones, and now I am far away from family and unable to travel to see them, her words start to have direct meaning on my feeling of isolation. Reenacting my childhood moments, when I sat in her room as she made dresses on her sewing machine, I become both my grandmother and my child self. I think back to old songs that speak of my displacement, and I dream of moments when I can travel to the ones I love.
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