Culture Shock in My Own Country
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I am writing this at 1:30 AM on the morning that I arrived in California, the good ole US of A… wow! It always impresses me with its smooth roads, nice cars, and lots of people who think that this is the way it ought’a be - gotta-be. Wild.
I’m still in that phase shortly after I get here when the smells of the area are causing waves of melancholistic sentimentalityismness. To drive from the airport to my Mother’s house is to drive through lots of fields of Lord knows what, but it smells wicked good :o) Like sweet cut grass.
Then I get home to Mom’s and the house smells the same as before Dad died. We have our old backpacking gear here. I remember the kids fighting over who got the better of the two children’s backpacks. They’re here as well, those backpacks.
I rented a Jeep Liberty, or something like that. It is way nice. It’s a midsized SUV and it’s amazing. That’s really all that I want to say about it, just that it’s amazing. You know how it is? When you get back home and you’re driving along in a Jeep Liberty and you’ve got the windows rolled down so that you can smell the sweet, cut, whatever it is and you’re flipping through the channels on the radio and there is a channel on every decimal point on the dial, and you finally settle on one but its kinda hard cuz they’re all actually pretty good but when you do finally settle on one and “Holding Back the Years” comes on by Simply Red? That’s what makes a guy think that maybe he can just go ahead and die.
