I've been in California now for about four months. I really do think that that old folksinger quote- "We all go looking for paradise, and then we go back home"- might actually be true. It should be amended though: "We all go looking for paradise, spend years trying to find it in different things, then eventually give up and settle for what we have. After that, if we are lucky, we gain the wisdom to know that paradise was in the finding that was happening all along". That's more of a mouthful and I don't think it would sound songarific if set to a tune.
In a round-a-bout way I think that I'm trying to say; 1) I'm happy to be going back to Ohio for a little while, I miss my family and Killer Cocoadog, 2) I'm glad that I spend time here, I feel older and maybe wiser, or maybe just older, 4) Staying in one place for any amount of time is no bueno, 5) Hey, look at these new friends I've made!, 6) I think I have tendonitis, and 7) Where are those voices coming from?
Don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff.
An apple a day keeps the zombies at bay.
A stitch in your thumb hurts like a bitch.
Why can't I write anything coherent, ever?
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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