Tuesday, December 13, 2011
You guys, I’m so far behind on this blog. I’ve decided that I want no part of thinking the past week. It has been kind of odd, this coming home thing. My life here before was filled with things. I had 40 hours of work, The Mystery Hour, So There I Was Storytelling Series, improv shows, being married, having friends, and lots of different things. What I used to know in Springfield was busyness. For now, I’ve got being married and having friends. It is different. I’m sure that soon enough, busyness will settle in and everything will be back to normal.
The people I know here are still the same people doing the same things, I just don’t quite fit as snuggly as before. I say that not because I’ve changed or anything, although I probably have, or that people here aren’t doing fun and exciting things, it’s more the belongingness factor. I extricated myself from belongingness, and now that I’m back I don’t immediately fit back into the same spots. Is belongingness as important as anything? It will come, I just don’t have a spot, I’m kind of floating.
I feel like I time traveled and experienced a lot of time passing, and I’ve come back to real life where no time as passed. I’ve had to get my parents together, had my mom kiss me, played guitar at prom, met my future self, used a self drying jacket and a hoverboard, had a pie pan save my life when a cowboy shot at me in front of my Irish ancestor. Then, I come home and most everything is the same, but Biff is washing my truck? It doesn’t quite gel.