Speckled Little Egg

It's weird when you take yourself out of a situation, and then a huge part of you is dying to get back inside of where you came from.

Only for a few moments though, to have a casual conversation with that person you just never could figure out how to work your mind and lips with sounds and interest. He or she walks away and then your mind becomes functional with obvious sounds of interest, and your eyes can't seem to look anywhere else but to their pair of hands, you wished you were holding.
I used to wonder about those certain people, and then I looked away and came to real life. Where people aren't so weird, and life is much different.


Since moving to Oklahoma City, and out of Norman, and moving out of Community and into Solitude for the last month, I've had more alone time this month than in the last 22 years of my life, maybe.

A part of me feels nostalgic for the future, and for the past. I've got my ticket and I'm going to go home, that's the song I'll hum, eventually, and sing today.

I'm feeling the emotion I think i will have even more of when I move out of Oklahoma. To places with Three letters for winter, or Two letters for the beach.

I'll want to go home, and I want to go home tonight.

I feel that now.
I live in Oklahoma City, which I've told a hundred people that's where I'm from.
But where I grew up doesn't really mean that I am from there, because honestly, I didn't really grow up in one place. It was more like four. Mustang, Piedmont, Yukon, and the City.

The best parts of me are from Norman though.. A place that brewed me, steeped me, grew me, and speckled me.
It's been a speckled year, with likes and loves, with strange and uneasy, with desire and anger.

But,
with satisfaction and wonder, and curiosity for more.