Lemme tell ya a lil somethin', I'm from a dinky little town in central Arkansas. I have been there from birth-24 years old. I had that movie star itch to see what it would be like to live in a big city...chasing love and dreams. At that point, I moved to Chicago. In 3-6 months, "love" had gone down in flames so I was left with no choice but to pick my butt up, dust it off, and take it somewhere else. This began my interest in the traveling position.
When I got to my apartment in Texas, it was decorated in western wonderland decor (i.e. wild horses on pillows, quilts on beds, TX flag plates) which was like a freakin' twilight zone for me. Ughhhh. Cowboys? Now these folks are damn proud of their football and guns. I find it charming actually. The community here is the nicest group of folks I have been around in my life. It makes me want to be a better person, a happier person, a positive person.
I'd like to think there's no place like home though. What a thing to say....I have no home. I don't belong anywhere and for once in 3 years, I'm not saddened by that. I'll find and make me one. "Love" can go F**K himself.
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