So I find myself Home Alone on the eve of my birthday....I usually come over to my parents home on Wednesday after I have picked up my organic vegetables from the farm and spend the night. It is a nice weekly routine to get out into the rural farm lands of America.
The drive itself is quite beautiful on a sunny blue-sky day. The majestic mountain looms ahead on top of yellow fields with cows grazing and red barns. Two lane roads with few people on them makes for a pleasant drive as well.
Anyways, tonight I am alone on my parents' 12 acre farm. Sounds spooky doesn't it? IT is fine....but I must say I do miss the bright sparkly lights of the city and the beep, beep of cars.
Tomorrow is my birthday...seems strange in someway. No party planned, no big hurrah. In Hong Kong I would always try to gather my friends for a big bash.
Here in WA I am still trying to find the friends and connections for future gatherings. I find that life in America is much slower than Hong Kong and people are less adventurous and willing to get off their sofas and Netflix. Why are American's so boring in their own country? There is so much to do, but they seem so complacent and blaise. It is rather disappointing. I am searching for some adventurous Americans...those people who don't want to sit on their couches, but sit face to face and discuss life and enjoy a glass of Malbec wine from Argentina and laugh and listen to music and hug and kiss. I think I am not so much of an American after my 7 years in Asia....so Happy Birthday to me Home Alone in America!
