Accept Me As I Am America.

So I’m sitting here at the airport. Yep. I think I had a mini panic attack in the car on the way here, but I tried to hide it from my friends and act like nothing was going on. All that spurred it on was passing a group of school kids on Klipfontein Rd. in Athlone. Yeah, I guess it doesn’t take much.

Cape Town has really spoiled me! Not in the Paris Hilton kind of way. I mean, I’ve been eating out of garbage bins and what not. But Cape Town has given me a life that, well, is pretty much indescribable. My “normal” is sooo far from normal these days it’s not even funny; but it’s great for me, and I love it. I mean, I’m not phased by guns and knives and daily excitement. If I don’t do something totally spontaneous and random in a day then I continue to wait for it to come, because it will. Heck, I could see a homeless guy walking down the street wearing nothing but a thong and a rubber ducky floaty around his waist and I would merely greet him with a head nod and an “Aweh!”, and probably a slight smile.

I’m sitting here wondering if I can handle America for more than a visit. I’m sitting here wondering if America can handle me for more than a visit. This could get really interesting. But I’m asking you nicely America, please be nice to me. I’ll try and be nice to you. Deal?

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One Response to Accept Me As I Am America.

  1. Laura Collura says:

    So long, Boetie. See you on the flip side.

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