I’m surviving without internet service and wifi except for my incredibly smart phone.
Believe it or not….
Based on that knowledge, please pardon the fact that I will be posting from my phone unless I somehow find the time to park myself at a McDonald’s and order myself a chocolate shake and borrow their wifi.
I now live in a town where it takes 7 minutes to travel 1.2 miles. A place where learning the ever-changing speed limits is as important as memorizing the location of every back-jarring pothole.
This is the place where I was born and have always considered “home.” Living here again, however, has left me feeling displaced. This could possibly stem from the fact that most of my belongings are still in my truck….
Really – after a whole month I’m still driving around with my desk, baskets, buckets of kitchenware, quilts, sewing and drawing equipment … and one really long and obnoxious rug. Oh and a couple of mosaic tables.
And I feel lost, in the most familiar place I know.
My life …
Takes up one corner of someone’s kitchen
One small bed
One small closet
One shelf in the bathroom
One spot in the driveway
And one corner of a living room (my easel and art supplies)
This…. Is not my home.
Hmmm I wonder when I will no longer feel “lost.”
Pictures of “Home”