28/10/01
I think I've reached the point when I think of this as home. Not in the permanent sense but certainly in the sense of where I belong for the time being. I suppose that still sounds pretty temporary? Living in America was wierd to start with, I thought of Americans as lazy and cushioned from the rest of the world, now after '911' only the former applies. The cushion has been wrenched from their fingers. Now the wierdness is a new paranoid wierdness of wondering what the next form of attack would be. Carla was reading about small pox in the Post today as being the next major concern. It's just too scary to contemplate. Everyone here is determind to live their life as normally possible, with the exception of waving the star spangled banner at every opportunity, either tied to their car aerials or from make-shift flag poles on their porches.
I really love it here though. I love going out for a half-fat decaf grande mocha and a turkey pastrami bagel and then sitting in rock creek park, I love going to the batting cages with my Louisville slugger and knocking softballs to Baltimore (or not as the case may be). Most of all I love how friendly the people are and how when you pack your own shopping at Fresh Fields they come up to you afterwards as you're going out and say 'Thanks for making my day easier!' and you know they meant it.
I think we'll be going to Rehobath Beach later this week, so I'll take more pictures. |
