Does your life ever seem surreal? Like, you stop doing whatever you’re doing for just a moment just to ask yourself: “How did I get here?” This question never comes in a negative tone for me, but it happens more often than I’d like to. It actually happened just two minutes ago as I left the room where my wife and her cousin are playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3.
I don’t know know why this happens to me. I’ve come to think that it may have something to do with the fact that I’m so far away from the world I grew up in, that sometimes I feel like everything around me is just a dream. A good one, no doubt- but different nonetheless. Could it be possible that I actually miss my roots? And even if I did, what’s the point? There is nothing left of my childhood’s environment. It’s just me, my gal, and whatever is forward.
Okay- I need to go back before they notice I’ve been gone for too long.
-Mrs. This One