Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Take Me Home

Easter is so odd. I can't remember the last time I had a traditional one. Maybe when the kids were little. But then, it symbolizes death and rebirth and I'd have to say that wierd as they were, my Easters have been about transformation.

This one started one way and ended another. I spent Easter eatting Chinese in Durango, Colorado. Three days later I am living here. Found a hotel kitchenette. I've given myself the summer to figure out what I'm up to before I find something more permanent.

Phil Collins "Take Me Home"

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