What is it about America that numbs my brain so much? I just found an old notebook, the one Sonja gave me right before I left Germany the first time in 2003. In it i had written stories about my crazy everyday between visas, I wrote about my fears and the upcoming challenges, and was able to open my heart and pour it over its pages. I know for a fact that during that time I also painted and read much more than I do now and somehow my brain was in constant and productive movement.
Now, since I moved permanently to the States, the only thing that gets my noodle active is maybe politics, and not even in the same way it did back in my Xaverian days. If feel like drowning in a sea of overwhelming noise, too much information bombarded at me and since I cannot swim so well in it, I just stay at the shore or float in the shallow area. SHALLOW AREA!
I need to sink again a little!!! Desperation is sometimes needed to spice this bland chocolate flavored life!!!
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