When I went into the kitchen this morning to fill up my water bottle I could have sworn I was in Texas. Between the lighting, the residual heat from the oven, my mood...the feeling was uncanny. It was so painfully Texas. It's easy to describe a place. There are something like 100,000 adjectives in the English language--words to describe the look, the texture, the sound, the taste and the scent of things. There are so many of them it seems that nearly anything could be explained. Somehow, though, there are no words to describe exactly this bizarre feeling of some kind of mistaken familiarity. Knowingly mistaken, at that. It's close to deja-vu, but that definitely isn't it. I couldn't tell you how strange and awful and beautiful it was to wake up and walk thirty feet from London into Austin. It got my heart racing, but as soon as I went to crack the window to get a better feel for it, the feeling subsided and disappeared forever.
Texas is a big place, and maybe a stranger one to be alone in than London.
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That is so weird because I was playing flip cup with a bunch of our family last night and I couldn't think of an adjective to describe how awesomely odd it was.
ReplyDeletehahaha, like who? that sounds awesome.
ReplyDeletelike me, Dad, Tena, Donna, Chris and Mary, Justin and Char, Gabe and Jill. I hadn't played a drinking game since college...I may have to take it up again.
ReplyDeleteYeah, we'll have to play family drinking games when you get back. They're waaaaaaay fun!
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