Sometimes I like America – with our abundance of breakfast burritos, god awful shows and mixed patterns. Camo and carharts…Sometimes I appreciate a friendly face at 5am.
This blessed chaos – hot and cold, windy and dry, liberal and so backwoods. I don’t identify with a lot of it but I’m so comfortable in it.
I can brush it off as silliness and cultural aptitude, but will we ever adjust. Will middle America always remain? Will I always have such little patience with it? How will I have a family in this environment and how will I teach them not ask stupid questions.