i find myself here. 20 years ago, i’d have laughed right in your pretty face had you told me i’d be living in iowa. the fact something like that could have happened 20 years ago, and i’d have the retrospect 20 years later is just as mind boggling. but that’s rambling.
so yes, i’m in des moines now. it’s odd to be so at home in such an unfamiliar place, but after four barely tolerable years in a boston suburb, the first months here have given us things we’d never have, or feel, in mass. it’s a nice enough place, and in a different time, maybe even a fantastic place, but it was never home.
this is home. even thou i’m from the beach in southern california, something about this part of the mid-west just feels right. it’s cold thou, colder than boston ever was. more snow too. but it’s gorgeous. and peaceful. and kind.
December 30th, 2009 at 4:28 pm
I’ve a story of a young girl quite perfect for this, but you likely haven’t the leisure for it. Instead, i’ll leave words I read recently at Robert Brault’s blog: “Meanwhile, in the ongoing quest to find myself, I have called off the search and begun a recovery operation.”
Good to see you, my friend.