My great grandfather calls this home. My mother tells me of this place home, somewhere in her history this place resonates peace. It felt like home when i first stepped on the island. Bonthe Island finds itself on some puzzle in my heritage. I am still finding the puzzle pieces with no intension of placing them together. As long as the pieces are sourced.
The town feels lazy, feels complacent, feels friendly, feels inquisitive, feels soft, feels frustrated, feels passionate, feels simple, feels nostalgic. Somewhere in my story this place (Bonthe Island) resonates peace….resonates home.