If you give in to the tempation to “Go Home Again”, make sure you have the right address. I’m historically bad at that, no sense of direction. Apparently its still the case.

Have you ever been dreaming, woke up during that dream, only to find its your reality, not the other way around? You find yourself in a position to figure out all sorts of things; where exactly you are on the planet, what life is like here, what is the language, what is the proper use of utensils and dishes and bedding and herbs in the cupboard? What is the weather and how does one dress appropriatly? Should you speak more slowly so that people can understand what you are saying better? Is it insulting when you say you can’t understand them? What exactly is meant by “a few days or so” or “not long”? 

My birth certificate says I was born in this place but most of my life was spent elsewhere. Perhaps that is why I feel like a square peg in a round hole. I’m just waiting for someone to come along with a giant nail file. There will come a time when I will become less willing to accept being asked to just deal with it. Me and mine are starting to feel like human science experiments taking place in the deep woods in a reality tv episode of “Shithole Tree House”. OK so its a one bedroom RV with electricity, no running water, and nowhere to put anything at all.You might say to me something like “Oh but your ancestors were pioneers and settled the land here and lived through the Dust Bowl blah blah blah”. I think my ancestors, from Bavaria, Ireland, Scotland, England, Norway and listed on the Dawes Rolls or maybe The Mayflower’s Perigrine White would say ‘yeah wayta go girly you’re doin’ it right!” nope. Don’t think so. What does all that make me?

A TEXAN. Yes I am proud of that, but it doesn’t make me stupid. They all were survivors however. I’m even more proud of that. Anybody got a big sail boat I can borrow?