Mar 06, 2008 00:11
if you've ever lived away from the town where you grew up, then you understand the sometimes depressing sensation of returning to this town and realizing that nothing has changed in that invigorating way that teaches you something important, but everything has changed in the most frustrating, disintegrating of ways.
ok well this week hasn't really been like that at all for me.
i am, for the first time in my life, a stranger in the land of the familiar. and its wonderful. i don't know if i'll be coming home any more frequently than i ever have, but it is as if someone flipped a switch in my head and now every person i encounter from my past has something new to say, something i care about. (and also this weather, because everything is on some level about the weather, i think.)
but if i had to pinpoint one factor in this change, i would have to just go ahead and slam right into the cliche... that is to say, its got to be those motherfucking mountains. i've heard people say that living in new york city makes your heart shrink, well living in or at a close proximity to the mountains seems to make your heart grow.
i can't wait to go back actually. yeah.
maybe tommorow?