They say home is where the heart is. I think this goes deeper than it sounds like at first. The heart is supposed to be the place where secret things hit. Pain is the most excruciating there and happiness is the most comforting.
Home has always been such a bitter place for me. I've never been homesick in my life and yet I care too much to disown the place (I also don't care for the thought of becoming disowned either so I try and play my cards right haha).
Tomorrow I'm going on a week-long trip to South Dakota with my father. That's 4 days in a car (red Roush limited edition badassmutherfrikin Mustang for those who know what that is) with a man that knows me all too well. We've both changed and moulded over the years for the good and the worse. I am proud of my father and yet I also see myself still fighting battles that he has surrendered long ago, battles that I have every intention of winning. I'm nervous for the conversations and yet I know I would rather have them than be left wishing I had taken the time to.
I've never been to the Dakotas. I've been to Nebraska and I have no clue why but completely loved it there. So, in the spirit of the road trip..I am going to take many many pictures!!
Stay tuned and have a great summer
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
a song i wish i could sing
"...and freedom, oh freedom well, thats just some people talkin'. Your prison is walking through this world all alone."
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