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trhough the looking glass
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trhough the looking glass i didn't mean to sound like i had a miserable life because i didn't. i've had a great life. i had a family life what was straight out of norman rockwell with a few minor glitches just to keep it interesting. i was smart and had friends and never knew we didn't have any money cause my mom was a killer with a budget and no one really made a fuss about clothes and stuff back then. i spent summers on a farm with cousins i liked and an uncle i adored and a grandpa just a few miles away who made me feel like the sun rose just because i got up in the morning. my mom was one of seven so family was always around and lonely wasn't even possible. we visited. we had cookouts. huge reunions every year. kids running wild through acres of land. grownups just letting them go. we were the city cousins. they liked to stay with us so they could ride the subway and go to the zoo. we liked to stay with them so we could swim in the river and jump into the hay. it wasn't until college that i knew people that lived any other way. then i wanted to see it all. thatched roofs in england, saracen villages in france, the mediterranean, the amazing color of the vendage, bats streaming out of the village at nightfall, old women all in black right next to half naked women with no tops and too much makeup. me, a little irish lassie in love with croissants and the color green...so many greens. nantucket, maine, florida, california, alaska, hawaii, but i never saw the middle. i fell in love with places and accents and food and the ocean and trees. when i went to europe i had 200 dollars and i stayed 2 years. i can't imagine being that brave now. but i hope everyone young enough to dare, dares. i was alice in wonderland. and i doubt my mouth was closed for the first two weeks. it was a horrible thing to leave my sister at the altar, but i was a brat of a girl and i was having the time of my life. never so free. junk in the trunk...yup. but i put it there. and to be honest, it didn't stop me from enjoying the ride. perhaps as i've aged i have grown to consider the feelings of others more fully. and yet, there are those moments....when i just do it. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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we... I don't think many were under the impression you had a lousy life--not anyone who reads your words, that is. You're much too honest and open about your self (despite your, heretofore, mostly unspokens) for many of us to come away with such an idea. If you had a shitty life... you'd have told us that long ago. And you haven't. I gotta believe there's a reason or two.  I never had much use for Europe, myself--I like the pictures of it, though. I have seen most of the US. Some of it I care little for; specific localities, that is. But certain regions I prefer, like: the north, south, east and west. And Canada, Mexico and... Jamaica. Those are kinda like the US--right?  I was born and raised in CA and have basically lived here all my life; and though it has changed immeasurably over these many years... mostly for the worse, too (thanks to the likes of Brown Sr. and Brown Jr., and all in between)... I really have no desire to pack my shit and head out for parts unknown. That's probably a result of a little bit of nostalgia... and a lotta time and business travel, which prevents much wanderlust from bubblin' up. The rest of the motivation to stay is... it's where my heart is. It's where my heart will always be. It's home. I'm glad ya settled into AFFland, though. Would not be the same here... were you to just up and do it. But--if you did... I'd know why. Others would, too. You are greatly appreciated around these parts. And anytime you feel the need to be surrounded by trees, for a bit... or longer, you know where there's a whole forest-full of them; and gettin' fuller with every growing season.  Solar...
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Thank you for this post. You are a gifted writer...and I'm glad I have an eye on you. Bob Peace is my sister. wgf And please...the name is Bob...not clit. watch [blog clitlick4you]
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One person's junk is another person's treasure. And some of the junk is just pure unadulterated junk. But we all have some of it.
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me, a little irish lassie in love with croissants and the color green...so many greens. That has to be the most interesting and telling line I have ever read. Very romantic and stark all at the same time.
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