Bulldozer

First things first, Chex mix.

Then, maybe a bottle of gin.

Doesn’t matter, now. I can never go home again.

A book.

Sunglasses.

And a sandwich for the road.

Oh, no. Looks like my car was towed.

I could take the train!

It began to rain,

As I made my way to the stop.

The train had flipped.

My car’d been ripped.

How would I keep moving forward?

I looked to the sky, and thought,

“That’s not too high.”

I guess I could fly!

Then squealed when I saw the prices.

So, I hit the road

With only my load

And held my thumb out, nice and strong.

A kind person picked me up

In their pick-up truck

And took me as far as they could.

They said, “See ya later.”

I said, “Alligator.”

Oh, how kind they were to me.

So, with the tip of my hat

And a rat-a-tat-tat-tat,

I waved goodbye for good.

I was off again

to make a new friend

And see the world ahead.

And even though every friend,

I may never see again,

I would hold them in my heart.

After walking for miles,

I came to a river.

Oh, I did quiver,

But I knew what I had to do.

I jumped in--

--then learned to swim--

Because

I could never go home again.

Hello, friends.

If you read my last post, then you know my Tuesday posts will be interviews. So, I will transfer my regular rhythm to Saturdays.

Before I took off for California, my friend told me about a book called, You Can't Go Home Again, by Thomas Wolfe. She actually only told me the title because neither of us has read it, but I'm going to. The title alone inspired this poem.

But my friend explained it like this: As soon as you leave, home has changed. So, you might as well keep moving forward because if you go back, it won't be what you once knew.

I love that concept. It's scary and sad, but from what I've learned in this short three week period is that A) people don't love you as much as you want them to B) it's convenient that A is true because that makes moving easier C) you won't grow if you don't go.

I know, I'm 21, so my advice is mostly "take advantage of this moment because tomorrow may not happen," which will change when I'm thirty. But when I'm thirty, I'll have a lot to talk about because I lived like that in my twenties. That's what your twenties are for!! Making mistakes! Like I just did by ending that sentence with a preposition, which I have done throughout this post because it's supposed to sound conversational!

I will conclude with a beautiful quote from the book, You Can't Go Home Again, that I have not read but found on Google:

"Make your mistakes, take your chances, look silly, but keep going. Don't freeze up."

- Tomas Wolfe