Rolling Down The Highway

Ran into a another transplant when I was out and about the other day. He didn’t volunteer that he was from elsewhere but I could tell he came from my home state.

The tell came from when he spoke about the freeway and said he was on “The 121.”

I asked him if he thought it was as busy as “the 405” or “the 101” and he said no and asked how I knew where he was from.

“No one but us Californians adds “the” to the name of the freeway.

We spent a few minutes comparing notes and I realized that in August it will be seven years since I moved back.

Add that year I spent here in 2013 and suddenly it is eight years in Texas or in other terms, two different governors and three different presidents.

Sometimes you move heaven and earth to make changes and follow some dreams and wake up wondering where all the time went.

Won’t be long before I go rolling down the highway towards a place some refer to as a city for my kind. Every time I hear that I ask if they fear science, education and common sense but that is a story for a separate day.

The AirBNB

I didn’t receive a follow up invitation from the stranger I mentioned in the prior post so I am assuming my strategy of not responding worked and they figured out how they had made a mistake.

And if they didn’t, well I don’t suppose it matters because I won’t know the answer to any of those questions and that’s ok with me.

I have more important questions I want to ask of some people. Questions about intentions, thoughts, ideas and potential plans for the future.

The other Californian asked me if I planned to live in Texas forever and I said that was doubtful. Wouldn’t ever say impossible because life has taught me sometimes our plans change regardless of what we hope, expect, dream and or want.

But given the way things are going I expect there will come a time when I’ll be elsewhere. Can’t say exactly when or how, but it seems likely.

Though I ought to reiterate I can’t say exactly when that will be or what circumstances will lead to moving or where.

Kids will impact that I am sure and potentially other things too.

Don’t ask me to predict exactly where I will be in ten or twenty years because it is hard to say what things will look like in five in any other terms than different from today.

Reminds me how I laugh every time I hear this Lewis Black performance and how I cringe a bit at aspects of it because there are some things that just shouldn’t be funny.

But then again I have a dark sense of humor at times and I can go way off color.

Better to laugh than cry and if you have to do either let’s hope you have a hand that will hold yours when you do it because life is always better that way.

Got to run pack some bags cuz that road is calling out to me and somewhere in between I need to make sure I have a couple of books to listen to as I go along.

Might as well make sure we keep the synapses in the melon firing, never know when you might need them to work at top speed again.