The Surprise

There are always surprises. And, there is routine like what I'm going to wear tomorrow (something amazing and not too stained). The surprise is when isolation creeps in and finds me in the strangest circumstances. How did I end up here, doing this? Even more surprising is that I suddenly care that I am friends, even just on facebook, with exactly one person that I have known since my early years.

Most people I grew up with seem to have this overflowing fondness for our hometown and have this sort of comrade-in-arms kinship that I don't understand. I can't stand the place. I am starting to question my lack of shared joy. Was there something I missed, did my memory somehow fail me, did I suffer some unknown accident which has left me paralyzed to Ashland's merits?

I am starting to wonder.

I am also going back for Thanksgiving. It will be my first time there in almost three years and at this point it is starting to seem like I have been avoiding the place. So if you find yourself in Southern Oregon over the shopping holiday and would like to get a drink, you know where to find me.