Oct 4, 2009

Sunday am.

A nice, slightly nippy Sunday. This neighborhood is very quiet and peaceful. It saddens me how bad the economy is everywhere. The poor people abound at every glance. I guess the comfort is that I know these people. I don't feel like a stranger. These are the people I grew up with. I know concrete poverty. This is odd, but it brings me comfort. I felt like a stranger in Georgia. This is what I know and was raised with. I know how to find my way around this maze. Everything is in walking distance. There is public transportation here. It doesn't take a half hour to get "into town".. I am in town. The most comforting thing of all was turning on the morning news, and seeing the two local hosts that I have been watching since I was 6. That's when I really knew I was home. Odd, but that did it.


the walking man said...

I have seen that view of B'more harbor. You lives where you is comfortable and where you is comfortable is where yoou should be living.

Lori said...

Great minds think alike. I Yam What I Yam.