So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good Night.

As of the beginning of the writing of this post, it is 2:30AM.  In 11.5 hours, roughly, I will be leaving Greensboro to head back to the mountains.

It’s been 4 and a half years since the last time I left Greensboro with a carload of stuff to head back to the mountains to regroup.  It wasn’t a great feeling then, it’s not a great feeling now.  The land of opportunity it isn’t.  A mecca of progressive thinking it isn’t.  They only legalized the sale of beer in one of the towns I’m from 5 years ago.  Let that sink in.  Since then they’ve got an ABC store put in, but I can’t imagine that’s had too negative an impact on the local meth sales.  Did I say meth?  I meant preserves. Strawberry preserves.

And the last time I went up to “regroup” I was there for two years, and wasn’t really much better off than I had been in any tangible sense.  And I didn’t manage to leave until I literally made a horrible life decision and just rode it out to its logical conclusion.

Which, apparently, is heading back home for the holidays at very least.  And like I said, I’m not making plans about that right now.

I’m not the same person I was then.  But I’m not a different person either.  And to be honest I’m terrified that this going to turn into another two-year tour.  And that’s something I desperately need to avoid for the sake of my sanity.  The high country is a nice place, it’s beautiful…but I don’t fit in.  I never have, and I probably won’t until I’m 60, if I even live that long.

With the dishes more or less done and my things more or less packed…I guess that’s about got it all covered.  In theory, I should still have internet while I’m back in the mountains so I’ll be able to keep the Passion going and won’t have to go into hiatus.

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All my life I was told that I could be anything I wanted. I chose to be gracious for my blessings, generous with my fortunes, and in no particular hurry. I view my ADD as an alternative cognitive configuration rather than a disorder, and I never. shut. the fuck. up. I promise.
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