Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live in a place where I get home and find the toys my boy left on the front porch are still there an hour later, and not think, "See? It's not THAT bad here."
Sometimes I wonder if my norm has been adjusted according to my surrounding.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like not to live next to heroin dealers.
I love Baltimore. I love its mix of small-town comradery and... you know... stuff to do.
But sometimes I wonder.
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A few years ago my new years resolution was to never talk about the weather.
I made it like 3 weeks.
its required to function socially in the working and even the leisure world.
About 10 years ago I was a security guard. An old woman who also worked there used to make a "I'm sweating like crazy in this heat!" gesture in the summer. Every day. Then it got cold, and one day she simply moved to winter-gestures: rubbing her hands on the back of her arms like she was shivering. No word ever. She was like a weather-report hologram.
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