If there were ever a trip that I returned from and felt out of place at home, now is the time. A general disinterest in my surroundings combined with Texas heat and humidity makes Houston unappealing right now. As I munch on antibiotics to combat Lyme’s disease, which I may or may not have contracted, I can’t say I’m experiencing any side effects aside of a feeling that I’m poisoning myself to some degree. The shining light is that work has been pretty good and I instinctively feel like I am where I’m supposed to be even though it doesn’t make perfect sense.
The Greek Islands have ruined me as the Texas coast now looks like a bland mess with bathtub warm water, discarded watermelon rinds, and sauna like heat. A lack of sophistication clad in sloppy t-shirt, flip flops, and bad tattoos is prevalent at times. The charm that often comes with simplicity smells like old beer, cigarettes, and a missed shower or two. Perhaps the evenings along the Texas coast are kind of nice but things look different via a reframed perspective.
The space in-between I refer to as, “The Disconnect”, may make one feel kind of lost but as I’ve grown older I find it to be more interesting than anything. Life is about time and timing. I know I’ll come out the other end with a decision or step one way or another. The anticipation of what lays beyond makes it exciting. Periods like this are symbiotic with a holding pattern of sorts. I move quickly once direction descends upon me.
August 4, 2015
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