let lemons be angry

Today bo came home and my mother talked to her about re-adjustment, and she tried not to think about missing south africa. The rest of the day the word "anomaly" was in my head, and I felt that I was it. Perhaps I've never re-adjusted from all the places I've been to and the things I've done. Perhaps that's why I can walk in and out of my church of 22 years and still feel like an oddball.

Because I may not know where I'll fit in completely, but I know it's not in this country or in this routine. Some part of me is always looking for a quieter place, a more natural room, a more useful game.

Like bo and south africa, maybe I have to go in search of my natural environment, to finally swim if I'm a fish, or to run if i'm a horse, and not to be walking rounds in a zoo enclosure, performing.