I am healthy, I am home, but I have poor impulse control
“All Hail West Texas” is a forty minute sound bite of three (long) years in my life. As Liza says, it’s like an explosion of heart wrenching nostalgia– with whiskey goggles on. Might be why I quit them both for a while, at least superficially. I think I'm at a better point now, though I prefer Jameson to anything else, and still can't listen to The Mess Inside without needing to catch my breath. Incidentally, home is a parallel: while a lot has remained the same, much more has changed. Home itself has changed too, both geographically and sentimentally.
Blogging is strange for me, but I'd like this space to become sort of a portfolio or scrapbook of everything I am interested in, and all the things that I do. It'll be about my thoughts and experiences navigating through this world. I would like it to be a part of my process.
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