Greetings from VIRGINIA!
Here I perch in my HOME-freakin-TOWN, feeling weird. Just about everyone here is white, there's no Cap-Metro, no Spider House, no Pride of Barbados bicicleta to ride around... just my beloved momma's car and a week for some much-needed R&R after the insanity of packing, storing, moving, flying, waiting, driving... Uff'da.
On Eastern time, y'all, and in a week and some change I'll be on mountain time. Montana time! Oh golly oh gee, once I'm out there this little town will seem gigantic.
God, seriously though, walking the couple-dozen blocks to downtown from where The Mom works today, I just felt so weird. Some kind of drug you can't take unless you've had the time to grow up in one place and come out of it in one piece. Mercy: Lord have it.
There's not enough Stereolab in the world to cover how it feels coming back here. I've got a grip on my own li'l interior love nest but woof, hello SVA, how are you.... white and weird, mkay.
Badger and I board the train next Friday. Whew.
Mom asked me last night once we'd settled at her house, "So does it feel just like coming home?"
I paused for a second with a little freak-out internal and realized and said, "I've lived in Austin for 5 of the last 6 years. I've just left home. So, no." ...and 'tis true, it doesn't feel like home anymore. It feels weird.
Keep Austin weird? Um, otay. Keepin' up the weirdness outside of Austin? No prob y'all.
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