Twenty Four

Twenty Four and
most of those I grew up with are settling and settled: married, birthing, and divorcing.
and I'm starting all over (all over again).




I've traveled back to Kansas to pick up my Mom's explorer (my ride to New York), and for the first time...
I look around and see that I no longer belong here. 
Strange timing.
I am just feeling all sorts of uprooted right now. 
When I get back to Minneapolis I'm gonna sink my toes in the dirt in my garden and at Hidden Beach. I'm gonna pick the raspberries off my raspberry bushes and bake a pie. I'm gonna spend the next month (-) soaking up everything I love about Minneapolis. 
And when I leave, I'll say: see you soon (instead of goodbye)