It was surprisingly difficult to get to a computer for any extended period of time for the last week or so of my travels. Unfortunately, I don't really feel like going into extended detail about all the cities I've been to at the moment, so I'll just say that Europe is great. In a lot of respects its a lot better than America. But America is home. And home is where I must stay.
Speaking of which, after living the restless jet-setting Euro-American lifestyle for about four months, I have to say that my little home town of Chappaqua NY seems all the more an unfortunate fleck on the North American continent. There's one main street with low-slung pizza shops and ever-opening, ever-closing knick-knackeries, and outside of that are several characterless McMansions. There's a good high school, a few decent franchise places within driving distance, and (thank fucking GOD) a very good art-house movie theater within a five-minute drive. Your average upper-middle-class American suburb, essentially. But God dammit, the place is so boring I feel like tearing my eyes out of their sockets, and I've only been here two days. It's probably reverse culture shock, and I may get over it in a matter of time...but there's still something in my little suburb that smells of lifelessness and death. I hope to come to Skidmore very, very soon, because all the middle-aged women barking nasally into their cell phones is slowly driving me mad. How you gonna keep 'em back in the gated housing development after they seen Par-ee? (I didn't see Par-ee, but you get the idea)
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