The scrambled eggs were good, there were tomatoes and peppers mixed in, and the biscuits are (according to Val) Angela's award winning recipe. I believe it, they are tender, crisp and buttery good. The bacon is some kind of out of sight, local pig, that is salty and juicy and perfect. Wash that down with sweet organic vegetable juice and you'd smile the way I smiled as Val and Angela, my official Nashville welcoming committee, regaled me with tales of how haunted my house is and the general history of the neighborhood. I love it, I can't get enough, I stuff another biscuit in my face and plan the midnight seiza stance seance that i will hold in order to connect to the history and hollow time-space of my new home. I do funny things in my sleep, Beth or Nicki can tell you, so I'm sure that some twilight slumber dances with the fair southern belles of old will be no step out of line for me.
The drives have been long, and I have been by myself, but not so much alone. I have no music of my own so I have been diligently scanning and absorbing the radio since I left my home in new england. I have observed the stark changes in culture and taste from northeast to mid atlantic to mountain south, and have noted the similarities as well. Listening to pop radio is a good makeshift replacement for the company of freinds, and here in America it's a small comfort to know that no matter where I am I can probably turn on the radio and here Rhianna's "umbrella" song or some serious classic rock that brings me back to the days i smoked weed and zoned out to my father's record collection. Warmer, brighter, younger days, heart felt times...or maybe it was just the drugs, never the less, I have landed and will stick (the bulgarian judge give me a 8.85!) for a matter of months before I pack up what little material belongings I have, and do my best to cram my collected memories and emo-style sentiments into my speedy little black car and head further west, further into the setting sun and towards a different flavor of my blessed transient lifestyle.
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