As an avid reader but never submitter of any cyber prop-age, I was recently struck with the desire to confer some accolades whilst listening to a little ditty by the Dixie Chicks.. (Cue – The Long Way Around from the album, Taking The Long Way)
“My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow..”
Having recently booked my next ticket back to Indianapolis and then battled through tears when Monday night football panned around the city that I loved for 23 years, it hit me, for the first time, that I couldn’t clearly define my “home” anymore…
I regularly browse Facebook and smile at photos of my friends and family back in the Midwest putting down new roots and cultivating old ones. I peruse Snapchat and show off videos to new friends of the merry-makings of my former comrades all together stomping our old grounds. And I joyfully send my Seattle, Washington address to engaged inquirers regarding their Save the Dates.
Yet, here I sit, single, rootless in a house that I share with two Europeans in the artist district of a West Coast metropolis. How on Earth did I land here? And what in the world was I thinking?
Thus, I’d like to give my first cyber props to all the wayward sons and daughters out there who like me, realized that the road less traveled by, despite its obstacles, would be your way through this so-called life.
Here’s to FOMO, sitting at bars alone, and red-eye flights home for the holidays.
We’ll catch you on the flip-side, but don’t wait up, we’re taking the long way around…