I don't know what happened to make me feel so homesick this week, but I'm having cravings for homecooked casseroles and hot dishes, rock songs my mom used to bug me with, fishing boats and bonfires. I miss being in a community/city/state/region where things just fit and click and match my expectations. Where the minority of people irritate me.
It's been two and a half years in the west, and as much as people rave about the mountains, give me a lake or river any day. I miss Minnesota nice. I miss Cub Foods, G-Will-Liquors, Caribou Coffee, Old Chicago. I miss city parks that aren't crawling with children. I miss college students who aren't parents.
I miss monthly family birthday parties. I miss holidays with big groups of people who have known me since I could blink. I miss taking politics for granted. I miss art museums and concerts and zoos. I miss landings and bridges and ships.
If my thoughts are scattered, its because I am. I'm trying to live in a community/city/state/region where nothing about me fits and everything is an uphill battle. I tell myself it builds character, it's making me firm in my beliefs, its making me a stronger person. And that's true. And growth is painful and all that. But it's exhausting. There is no rest, relaxation, and recuperation, there's only temporary escape.
::sigh::
Anyway, if you haven't been seeing much of me around here lately its because I've taken on my own project over at feministhemes.com. Its not much, but sometimes it makes things seem meaningful, or lets me get junk off my chest in a less personal way. So. There's that.
That’s How I Feel About Weddings
19 hours ago