Roots and Seeds

...and you open your eyes to the realisation that you are done with all the bull***. It isn't attractive in all its glitter and glory anymore. You long for something more substantial. Some thing real. And you accept that you are not just a product of years of independent growing in directions chosen only by yourself, but more than that, you are the yield of your blood, a fruit of your upbringing, the seed that was sown in you years back. A product of domestic soil. It means something. You can't quite figure out what. But that's what really matters. And you're almost ready to give into it. Life. Love.

.. as I finish writing this Sheryl Crow sings "I belong a long way from here". It rings in my ears, "a long way from here". No matter how unconsciously I end up decorating my flat with red and white, it's the unescapable truth.

She continues with that famous slant of Americana in her voice:
"... if it makes you happy.. then why the hell are you so sad?"