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Friday, November 27, 2009

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Beautiful Mess


I've lived in America for thirteen years. I still have days when I think, that's it, we're through. Who could live with a country like this?

Then I wake up some mornings to the smell of pie baking, and she's gone and dressed all the little brown kids as pilgrims, and the little white kids as Indians, and it's all so sweetly absurd and sincere, that I fall in love all over again, and go on believing all the promises I know she'll keep breaking.



Blogger Melsa said...

I have the same thing. Not with the US but with the UK. Some days, I think: You know they are all nuts. All of them. This doesn't make sense. (I am German, I like sense.) And then on other days I think: Oh wow, look at the sky, look at the landscape, wow, this person was kind, this would never happen back home.
I guess when you leave your homeland behind and move to another you will most likely always have a bit of "where do I belong schizophrenia".

12:15 PM  
Blogger sweetsalty kate said...

This was exquisite.

12:37 PM  
Blogger Chris said...

Simple but beautiful. I so admire your talent.

10:47 PM  
Blogger Laurie said...


I'm thinking about this extra hard this week as I'm down for another visit close to you in the Carolinas. I love it and struggle with it too, although I've lived all my life on this coast. I think about leaving but it's always eventually comforting to realize I never really can.

12:21 AM  
Blogger starrynightimpressions said...

thank you for a breath of fresh air in words :)

1:28 AM  
Blogger Sheryl said...


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