Home is where I wanna be.
It’s funny how life works sometimes, you look back on the strange things that have happened to you & the bizarre outcomes that have occurred. And yet, you ended up here, in this place, for whatever reason. Sometimes it seems so random & chaotic, but other days it feels so planned & calculated by some higer being looking out for you & your needs.
While in MN a couple of days ago, I found myself for the first time standing back and seeing Minnesota for what it was. A wonderful place filled with people I love, people I have a history with. When I am there, I am covered in Deet to protect myself from getting eaten alive, and am so drugged to avoid the ever painful sinus headache. I had fun going to all of the familiar places, that now seem somehow foreign. But my heart cried out for you, oh California.
On the plane ride home (I’m a pro at the airport system now. What? Gate C5, yeah I know where that is, hope I don’t get stranded in Denver again…) I watched Minnesota fade to grey as I laid back and imagined a place where it’s strange to not have WiFi, and a good hug is only a Joshua away. I imagined a place where there is an ocean and sea air, where you have to leave the water running practically all day just to get your lawn to grow. A place where you’re white, and you’re the minority. A place where you feel stupid because you only speak one language. A place where you have a family, not by blood, but by love. Where people don’t spend time with you because they have to, but because they like you.
So, I made a mental note to buy the rest of Joni Mitchell’s Blue off of iTunes, because she really deserves to be up there with the rest of my music. I sat back with my iBook playing Mystic River & enjoyed the ride home to California.
He cooked good omlettes and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there
But my heart cried out for you, California
Oh California I’m coming home
Oh make me feel good rock’n roll band
I’m your biggest fan
California I’m coming home