10.21.2010

It's not unexpected, but still surprising, that for the first time in a long time I want to go home. The holidays are approaching, my mother has been sick, and I've experienced some emotional potholes on the road to perfection. Objectively considered they're minor, really, but enough of a bump to cause discomfort and to make me second guess my driving. Could I have swerved? Taken a road less traveled? Walked? All important, legitimate questions to consider as long as I keep the subject of the inquiry in focus and don't make bottomless pits out of potholes--as I have a tendency to do.

Unhappiness is an exception to life's rule, and this exception will pass sooner rather than later. Because this time I know how to read the map.

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