I'm back in America. Not just America, but the American South which at this point seems like the worst place in the world. Is it just me or does it seem like the worst stereotypes of American culture were born here? Guns, drawls, obesity, beer in cans, strip malls and Super Wal-Marts are just a few of the daily injustices I have to endure. I've been taking solace of late in my sister's stand up piano which I've been slowly learning to play, the small 2 bedroom house that's been salvaged for me (courtesy of my grandmother and mother), my Berlin memories and a few close friends. Just today I went for about an hour and a half before work to help out at Kale Cafe which is Daytona Beach's first vegan cafe and restaurant which also happens to be owned by friends. Being there was nice and through tears of onion prepping and a few of my own I realized that I have to do so much more to build the life that I desire.
Right now lost is an understatement. To say I'm lost would be undermining the gravity of the state I currently find myself in. As of now I have a failed business (my dearest babysittersclub brought in a whole €34 last month and I'm on the verge of dissolving the entire thing with a few strokes of the very keys I'm typing on now), a lack of general confidence (in my appearance, goals and abilities), a failed fling with the love of my life and best friend and I feel chubby.
Corporate work duties call so I'm off to work and will try to pick up where I'm leaving off now later..although that usually never happens.
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