Sunday, May 21, 2006
right now i don´t really like Mexico. I don´t like sand. I don´t like the beach. I don´t like bicycles, the kids exhaust me and I´d rather stay in kitchen.
I thought, this afternoon, while pushing my bicycle home in between short rides, that maybe I could just go home. But then I remembered I don´t really have a home. I have lots of people I could stay with, but I have no home. To some that might seem cool, neat, an adventure.
To me it seems awfully scary.
I thought, this afternoon, while pushing my bicycle home in between short rides, that maybe I could just go home. But then I remembered I don´t really have a home. I have lots of people I could stay with, but I have no home. To some that might seem cool, neat, an adventure.
To me it seems awfully scary.
