Sorry. I’ve been out of the loop a bit.
The coffee is pretty good. The scenery, delightful. The internet: not so great.
But quietly approaching 30 days of naught, and I’m still looking for a place to happen.
I’m not intentionally obtuse, I just can’t tell you anything.
But it does cause my mind to cast off to far away shores, where the comfortably numb are free to pontificate upon the big bad wolf in designer sheepskin shoes, and how hard life is, what with all the free health care and freedom to choose life, or liberty, or the pursuit of tackiness.
Sometimes, just imagine that things are not as convoluted as the script outline says they are.
Consider, if you will, the idea that maybe, just maybe, the farther from home you are, the more it’s the same same.
We are all afraid. We all want love. And the simple things in life, like a cup of good coffee, the sweet caress of a warm hand, or a bellyful of shared laughter counts towards our daily bread, all the more so than anything that fits within the 140 character limit of doom and gloom.
I miss home. I miss what it represents and how it makes me feel. But most of all, the more I see of people at home, wherever they are, the more I reminded of why i am here. For now, at least.
Someday soon, it will be just another day. And then I will be home again, home again. Jiggity jig.