I wonder how my ancestors felt as they braved the South China Sea to get to a new place they may or may not have known much about. And as they set foot onto the soil of Borneo, what did they find? Were they having second thoughts? Were they anxious about leaving their entire home behind and finding a new home in this jungle? Blacksmithing was the trade my great grandfather had and I assume it was the trade of his ancestors that first arrived here? I don't know. I wonder if it ever crossed their mind about love? About places that they would go, places their children's children would go, and the people they would meet--the relationships they would form and the big family tree that was going to be built. I am curious about them, my ancestors, and what they were like. Would I have gotten along with them or not? I probably wouldn't have been able to communicate with them, would I?
I don't know. But the thoughts play and dance in my dreams and I think about it occasionally--about moving and stuff.
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