Where the f*ck am I?
was the first thought
that entered my mind
as I awoke this morning. What's this, I was sleeping
in a bed? Ah yes, I am back home. Home sweet home
. Or something
I still feel disoriented
and out of place
. Strange, I suppose, considering I had only been out of town for three
weeks. Those three weeks lasted both an eternity
and a brief moment. Overall
, I feel like I've reached out my hand
towards something and barely touched
before it was yanked away abruptly. This is good, though, feeling
at a loss. Last night as I fall asleep I couldn't even feel this loss. A deep sadness took over
me without any other feeling accompanying it - which is unusual.
I'm unsure whether it was the whole
being on the east coast (in Boston
) for the first time thing and actually seeing what trees and weather
is like, or that I have left behind an unfortunately very cool person
in my life sort of thing. Either way, as I flew
into San Diego
I was in total amazement. What the hell, I live in the desert! What's that brown crap along the highway? Oh, it's a tree!
side of all this is that I missed my computer
and my stereo.