home

it's always good to go home. i live in fairly busy little-city and home is a farm in the country, surrounded only by little blips of towns. it's a different world just a short trip away. everything moves at a slower pace and the importance placed on things is always exchanged.

while i was there, i didn't think about checking facebook or myspace or my email. i didn't care about checking out apps for my iTouch. it was all about sitting outside, watching nothing and everything.

it does my heart good and clears my head. entertainment is not youtube, it's watching a country squirrel torment dogs. it's watching my little brother think he can clear the fish pond in one jump. there's no make up, no shoes, and no tivo to catch up on.

we eat where i'm from. and drink. but when we eat, it's never thinking about how many calories is in this, or how much fat is in that. it's about being together and being thankful for what we have. drinking ain't fancy at home; there aren't little umbrellas or top shelf anything. water comes out of the tap, not a bottle. oh we still socialize, but when you're drinking a beer watching a smoker and talking about the stockyards in the 70's and how Salem had the best prices on cattle at auctions, it reminds how much i hate over-crowded bars and too-loud music.

maybe i'm sentimental. but. home does me a world of good.