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Visited friends and family earlier this week. It was really -really- good to see everyone.
Even the visit with my parents went really well. So well, that I had a glimpse of what it must be like for people who choose to live around their families. That sense of home, and having a place and family that you belong to, close by. It's the stuff country songs are made of.
Still, it didn't really make me wish I could live in my hometown again, doing grill-outs with the folks on Saturdays. It just made me wish that I was the type of person that would be happy with that, in the long term.
I know, terribly emo statement. Let me get my dusty guitar out of the closet, and I'm halfway to writing bad poetry and moody songs.
One of my german co-worker friends used to tell me that Americans were like gypsies, always moving. It wasn't a compliment from her standpoint. Still there is a charm to the caravan life. Knew I should have joined the circus when I was a kid.
Anyways, after 4 visits, and 3 states, in 5 days, and a return flight sandwiched between two crying babies, I'm glad the weekend is here.
Even the visit with my parents went really well. So well, that I had a glimpse of what it must be like for people who choose to live around their families. That sense of home, and having a place and family that you belong to, close by. It's the stuff country songs are made of.
Still, it didn't really make me wish I could live in my hometown again, doing grill-outs with the folks on Saturdays. It just made me wish that I was the type of person that would be happy with that, in the long term.
I know, terribly emo statement. Let me get my dusty guitar out of the closet, and I'm halfway to writing bad poetry and moody songs.
One of my german co-worker friends used to tell me that Americans were like gypsies, always moving. It wasn't a compliment from her standpoint. Still there is a charm to the caravan life. Knew I should have joined the circus when I was a kid.
Anyways, after 4 visits, and 3 states, in 5 days, and a return flight sandwiched between two crying babies, I'm glad the weekend is here.