home sweet home

I started feel all nostalgic driving through my old neighborhood today. I drive around there regularly but for some reason it brought me down memory lane. I was going to see my mom to have some homemade corned beef and cabbage...and I passed my old elementary school. Old friends houses. Then suddenly it was me and my sister trick-or-treating dress as a clown and a witch, or perhaps a dinosaur and a bride. Or us riding side by side on our Huffies pretending we were Jon and Ponch from CHiPs. Good times.
At the house I peeked my head into my old bedroom. Uninhabited and very empty. Bright orange walls, just how I left it. In a sense I see what's changed and what hasn't. Who I was and who I am now. That's all.

everything comes if you just let it be...

I always try to avoid my blog, like a flasher on a city corner, when I'm feeling blue...because what's new when you're feelin' blue? Do I feel like writing about it, here, of all places? Put my writing right out there, my pain and confusion, my neuroses and my innermost thoughts? It's so public. But then again, shit happens and we all know that. I guess now is one of those times when shit is happening. Well, not happening like it's hot shit---it's happening, you know? I guess that was a bad analogy. More like it happens, when it hits the fan...

So ready for change. An interruption from real life's mundane tasks...or, work. I need an adventure. Or to get outside and go for a hike! A day off with my darling counterpart...I could wear my new boots! We'll take pictures and take in the scenery. Those times that seem so far and so few...the kind that refuels you and brings you back to life. Inspires you. Keeps you going through those endless hours spent working for the man...wondering WTF it's all for. One of those times that reassures you that it doesn't matter what it's for, you just know it's worth it.