Living Where I Live
I have a feeling I’ve done everything. I know that’s not really the case it’s just a feeling and I hear feelings are not facts. When I was 14 we moved into this house during my mother’s second divorce. It’s 13 years later and today I am living in this house. I have been walking in circles. I didn’t ever think I would be here not during this time of my life. I see people from my past in the grocery store they are married and having babies. I am serving sushi and practicing living while standing still. What I’m hearing is there is an art to it. Living.
I wouldn’t change a thing. Not even the color of that f*cking door.