Houston, TX - King cake baby on a Valentine's Day plate at my parents' house.
February 9, 2014
I've been traveling too much for too many weeks while the "next steps" ideas percolate. I'm on the cusp of either becoming more settled, or blowing everything up again. I don't talk about it much because...[bxA] I don't talk much anymore...but I seem to be making things happen despite myself.
The idea was to come back to this country and reconnect. It's been three years and I've done a decidedly disastrous job of blurring into the virtual impressionism of American Life. I miss the ocean and the moon and knowing exactly how much garbage I produce because I have to keep it in a bag with my belongings until we get to shore.
I scoped out an apartment today to see if maybe moving to Houston might make me feel grounded, or otherwise compensate for how much I miss Everywhere Else In The World.
Nikki took me window shopping on 19th Street in the Heights where we saw a sculpture of a little yellow bird in a cage. We agreed we could never do that to a bird.
I then quietly lamented for several long minutes that I may never live by Regents Park again. Gosh how I miss those birds.
That reminds me, a good friend of mine recently killed a chicken to write a story that... well... I guess I shouldn't say until it's published.
It's just that it always goes back to the chickens. I went to a chicken farm in Lagos last summer, btw. Another story that never got written.
Anyway, I was thinking that since I got the piece of cake with the baby, maybe I'm due for an epiphany.
So right now all bets are on that baby.