coming home

I decided to come home. why be silly and remain alone when I could be here with people who love me. having a good time (thus far) I might add. I arrived last night back home in Chattanooga and wrote this little something er other to commemorate the experience:

on the south
Atlanta airport.
Man adjacent is dipping.
Must be back home .
Carhartts make me feel comfortable.
Lady on airplane ranting on socialism 
in the United Kingdom
made her feel
scared.
alone.
so un-American.
wow, soldiers keep looking younger and younger 

I surprised my father last night- appearing at the door in my "robber baron" white fur coat "like a ghost" he said. We had a good night- acai vodka on the rocks and some Zach Galifinakis.
not bad.

well hey Chattanooga!

trying not to lose.

favourite restored barber chair.

Tonight the rest of my family came home and we indulged in ping pong championships, home made salad dressing, and ya know some Modern Warfare.
So happy that I came to my senses and came home.
It feels right.

blurry yet pensive. beat all at ping pong. and I don't even practice!