nothing helps a person who is not really sure about themself quite like being at home. especially after having been moved out for oh... 12 or so years. and having been married. and having a little baby. college? yup done that. graduated? you bet. real job? also a check in that column. but who am i? where am i going? what really matters in life? all great questions... all tough to focus on when you are thrown back into 1993. not that '93 was a bad year, senior year in high school. owner of a car and all that.
but how can so much time go by, so many life changing experiences and all that jazz only to find yourself out in the front yard, cutting the same lawn you vowed never to mow again. to make matters more blurry my ipod was stuck on 80's metal. (good and bad) i could almost feel my mullet flowing in the breeze. almost.
so what's the point of this, one more random thought? if you are having an identity crisis or at least a life reaxamination... spending significant time at your childhood home can be quite confusing. not bad, just hard to process. but then stepping back is very important...especially when you've been told forward is the real direction that matters.
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the irish has this thing they do that alleviates this problem: they just don't leave home, and if they do, it's down the road (literally). though now that i write that i'm not sure it's an option i'd want at this stage either!
anyway, hope you're all well and had a nice trip. hope to talk soon...
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