"Where are you from?" is one of the hardest questions people ask me. When I pause and look confused, well that's not the normal reaction, they're not looking for a story, just one word. I'm definitely from Vermont, but I grew up in St. Louis. I love Chicago and went to College there. Now I live in LA, well kind of. But for being on the road for 5 months, I'm surprisingly unfazed. I'm pretty comfortable where ever I am.
I once spent a month on a job in DC and slept on an air mattress behind my friend's couch. This is the conversation she had with Josh regarding where I'm staying for two weeks in Chicago.
Laura: : so you are making me look like an awful friend
Josh: what! por que!?
Laura: : you give angela her own closet to live in, and all i gave her was a nook behind the couch...now i look like the asshole
I've been calling it a closet, but I've realized it's directly off the kitchen - it's a pantry.
And then there was the five months you spent on the road in 1986. You slept in all manner of odd circustances in Germany, England and Scotland. On the Ardnamurchan Penninsula you stayed in a tiny fisherman's caravan complete with dried worms under the matress. You've been unfazed since age one.
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Oh your dad is sweet...and hey! you got a big ol' bedroom to look forward to in just a few days!!! yay
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