Home? again

 

So Yeah. Here I am. Home again.

I’ve been gone so long that I had to Mapquest my street address.

But it’s fine, it’s good. I’m here. I’m safe.

HELLOOOOO???? I’m home {Resonating echo}. Lolita has no ears. She, like me, picks up on vibration.

Well.

 It seems that life moves on without my hand in it or on it.

 The photos? Yeah, the photos. Me and Yadge were just bantering over the origin.

I do believe they were taken in 1980-somewhere/thing/time. My mind being the steel trap that it is and all.

It is a poignant and reminiscent reminder of lifetimes gone away/awry.

I’m trying to recall what I made of myself then. I didn’t have a clue. I still don’t, incidentally.

The cable guy was here today. I resigned myself to some package deal. He asked if I was rich. Look at my face. Do I look rich? I guess he thought that anyone who could afford to leave a 700 dollar per month apartment for three months must be rich. The three other tenant’s luxury cars in their respective spots didn’t hurt either, I guess. Um, yeah. Mine’s the Sentra with the bash in the side. He didn’t know that I was residing in a one room Country Inn and Suites all that time away working…

The cable guy. There were no cable guys back when these pics were snapped, no wealth perceived in my circle. I was a semi-infrequently-employed gas jockey and part-time babysitter in the 80’s. In between firings, that is. I was so lost then.

Kinda like I’m lost now. Dinero or not. (Mostly not, low bonus year).

You know, in the EXACT same way we all get lost. From the inside out.

We have Google maps and Wikipedia and Yahoo and E-harmony and search boxes ad infinitum.

But where’s the link, that one search box that bring us back?

Pictures, I guess. Pictures of then. Pictures that link us to our path. Our path that is the way to our inner home.

I’m home again. Nestled in and breathing deep. For now, anyway.

No Cuervo Gold to picture here.

The gold I seek is North and West.  On the left coast. Ha, totally left.

I’m home again. Welcome me.

(Thanks Yadge, for the visual nostalgia.)

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