2008/9/27
up up up up up
…at 6:30am on a Saturday morning. To make home fries, some with bacon grease, some without, then get picked up in a big truck and go move some boxes from south of here to west of here. All of this before brunch, a couple of hours after which I’ll be hanging with a toddler for a while, and then with another one of my dearest. Life doesn’t suck! Though maybe a little more sleep would be good. (0)

2008/9/17
18
Today marks eighteen years since I came to the U.S. with my family. I am a citizen of this country; I vote locally and nationally; both places that I call home are here. But I still don’t feel American. On the other hand, I don’t identify with any other single nation either. This is neither positive nor negative; it just is. Actually, I kind of like this lack of an unequivocal anchor. (1)