I don't wanna stay at your party

E-word,

As I watched the scenery unfold on my way home from NY Monday morning, I realized that I really am kind of a provincial person. I think because of how my family is, I'm kind of forced to break out of my comfort zone to do things. If it weren't for that (and also a weird kind of competition I sense from my brothers when it comes to travelling [oh, Toe, you must go to Lake Como, it's simply gorgeous!]), I'd be happy staying right in my fair Montgomery county. I used to think that all time when I lived at my parents' place. I'd be sitting on my deck smoking a cigar, drinking some coffee and reading 'Mason & Dixon' thinking this is all I need, right here. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, I'm surrounded by the sweet smell of cut grass, I've got a little buzz going on, and I've got good reading, this is all I need. I loved that. Occasionally I'd have to get off my butt to adjust the big shade umbrella (stupid earth's rotation! stop rotating!), but I could get a good stretch from that too.

It was great, I lived next to a wonderful nature reserve and running paths galore. R'vil has tons of great restaurants, and the diversity always made me feel comfortable. Why the heck would i have to leave?

I guess I've seen some great things, experienced some culture and all that, but I'm pretty sure I'd've been just as happy staying at home reading books or attempting to write the great American novel. I guess I've always had a dim view on people who travelled extensively as well, this kind of 'well that person can't have much of a interior life if they have to constantly travel for enlightenment', or 'well that person just wants to show off by saying that they've been to Lake Como'. Bitter, bitter! It was just a defense mechanism, I swear!

Anyway, there I go again, wandering all over the map. You must quite snowed in, E-word. I hope you don't have the low down snowed in got the De_B blues.

Have a good weekend, I'll try to update more later!

Toe