missing mississippi
I’ve been really homesick lately… maybe it was the high school reunion I didn’t attend… maybe it was finding old friends who’ve moved to NYC… maybe it’s thanks to Kelly who enlightened me to the zip code search function on myspace…
A couple of years ago a doc told me (in Indian accent), “I think you are allergic to New York City”.
Anyway, I’ll return to ole Mississipp’ in a few weeks, breathe the river again… then spend a coupla days there and be reminded why I’m glad I left. That’s what usually happens. My heart aches for a place that if I remember correctly, wasn’t very nice to me.
Granted, I was crazy back then… as I am now. Too wacky for Mississippi. Too nutty for NYC. I sound like a delicious high-sugar treat. If only life were 25 cent affirmations that people like me.
I don’t really belong anywhere, I suppose. Hm. I want a home to find me.