Fairfield, Iowa is bubbleville. It’s really easy here to forget that there’s an outside world. Whenever I visit here, it’s as if I’ve entered a parallel universe where time is different; like the rest of the world stands still until I get home. It’s probably just a being-on-vacation phenomenon.
In a few hours, I’ll be meeting up with about nine other folks from Maharishi School class of ‘94. I had a very unconventional Christmas yesterday. Mom and I made pasta and gabbed and watched “Primal Fear” with Ed Norton. Everywhere was closed but a few convenience stores. It warmed up to 28 degrees from a Thursday low of 6F. I went for a 40 minute walk last night after dark and was amazed at the ground I covered in that amount of time - enough to pass four former residences, former residences of friends and ex-boyfriends, the railroad tracks, the abandoned factory we used to run around in… Such is a small town.
thedr9wningman said,
December 26, 2004 @ 12:52 pm
Merry belated from Iowa! I’m sitting here in a cafe in Fairfield typing this. Hope you and M are having fun in warm (relatively speaking) Portland.
You weren’t reading closely enough… we’re in SF.