|thin world waltz
||[May. 10th, 2007|01:43 pm]
|||||why are we building such a big ship||]|
and then one day i woke up and i had this house in new orleans.
and a life and things and a bike with a milk crate basket and a banjo that i couldnt put down. lovers and friends. favorite bars.
and i realized i was never going home.
because i was home.
and i love every minute of it.
one year and 5 days ago i was planning to come to this city for the first time. and then one year and 6 days ago i fell completly in love with it. and i busted my ass for months doing free work so that i could begin to understand the littlest bit about the eco-economic-socio-race related disaster zone that i had walked head first into.
and now i sit on street corners and drink whiskey, spitting and swearing and laughing on the weekends (sometimes weeknights) and during the day i work and work and work, packing boxes and distros and having meetings and cooking huge meals, doing dishes of cambros and hotel pans, and learning how to listen, to be the back upon which strong local leadership can stand. for my knowledge is only a drop in the bucket.
surrounding myself with radicals and bike punks and clowns and people who challenge me.
this is good.