my mothers chicago
ive been thinking a lot about my hometown, which is relative because we moved so much but it was always in the valley and a lot of the valley is the same. i had this feeling i was missing out on the life i was supposed to have but didn't because i left.
i called my mother and she told me a lovely little story about how a woman at her job had a feeling she was a california girl, shes from texas but lived in california longer than anywhere else in her life. california is her chicago. she recounted the texas life she thought she was missing out on, and how when she moved back, she realized she really wasn't missing anything at all.
she agreed L.A. isn't right for me, it made me feel much better
i am afraid to turn out like my mother and i'm realizing our lives are proceeding similarly in sequence. she also left school after 2 years.
alas im not destined to work in a swanky bakery, marry a man, have 3 kids, be a disciple, so in my mind im already ahead
