My month absolutely sucked and thankfully for my birthday Daryl Surat flew me down to Florida so I could drop myself into the Atlantic Ocean for the first time in FIVE YEARS. ("Vitamin D is very important," said my mother, and I haven't decided yet if this was an innuendo on her part.) Now I am so homesick that I am ready to claw my own eyes out. I came back to Kentucky and it is forty degrees outside and I have had Enuf. I have been out in the world pretending that I like weather other than Hot and I do not. I am 900% done with fall and also winter and I am ready to GO BACK TO MY HOME STATE AND LOOK AT FERAL IGUANAS. The worst part of this whole homesickness was that when I had to move from Maryland I just wanted to go back to Florida but there was really no way to do that. It was easier to head back to Lexington, but now I am here alone in my apartment listening to the Beach Boys and alternating between immense hope for the future and extreme pessimism. Politically, Florida has been despicable, but I love every corny tacky tourist thing about Florida and I want it all to be injected directly into my veins. I want to go home yesterday and live in a colorful house in a colorful neighborhood and look at pelicans and swim in the ocean and feel the full power of Earth's yellow sun. Right now I am trying to figure out how to undertake Operation: Homeward Bound The Incredible Journey II: Electric Boogaloo. Wish me luck. I am tired of wandering the world like a fortune teller and I am ready to plant myself in the sand, sooner rather than later. While I was in Florida, Daryl Surat and I played Super Mario Brothers 3, which is maybe a tradition at this point. It's on Twitch and you can watch it here!
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