What does Where Am I Again mean.
I suppose it's that feeling that your standing in the road with a blindfold on. You can hear cars rushing past and feel wind against your fingertips, but still you're not sure how you got there, or why it was you wanted to be there. It's disorienting but still kind of a rush.
Why write about it? Maybe it's to give a new perspective on where we are, where we are heading, how in the hell we might get there. Maybe though it's simply the idea that someone else might feel the same.
What you'll find... Don't expect the same thing twice, that's sort of the best part of not knowing where you are huh? Some days I might write about food, friends, refinishing floors...other days maybe just a picture or a travel itinerary. I can't say as of yet.
PS. I'm right here, and so are you.
