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I spent all day yesterday traveling to my mom's house, which is also the one I grew up in, in Gainesville, FL. As I walked between gates at ATL, I heard a lady behind my thanking all of the numerous soldiers we passed for their service to the country. Ah, the South. Less charming was he old lady wishing the gate agent a merry Christmas and then saying, "We can say that now." Gosh, geezer girl, you were so oppressed.
As I walked out of the Jacksonville airport in just a sweater, I felt the Florida "winter". I couldn't help laughing.
Mom had cornbread & pinto beans with ham waiting for me when I arrived at about 2130 local time, well past her bedtime. She'd asked earlier what she should cook, and that was one of my favorite meals growing up. Nom! But as I was walking around the now-quiet house, I had to tell her, "I miss [Good Sister]. I miss [Evil Sister]. I miss Dad. I guess I better unpack before I start crying. Estrogens. Ain't they grand?"
I walked around my neighborhood with my mom and one of her friends, M. You know that thing where older people are often full of stories and need someone to tell them to? Yeah. M's sweet, but yeah.
I walked around my neighborhood some more and then to my high school. Saw one bumper sticker for Trump, and one small pro-Trump piece of graffiti on the actual school. To the little snot that likely wrote it, I say, enjoy your wrecked future: there's a reason why his supporters skew old. Fuck my distant past. This isn't the Gainesville I remember, but then again a) it was the 80s and nasty was the norm, b) as a budding geek I was good at staying out of the loop, and c) when you're to all appearances a cis white dude your life feels a lot safer and more cheerful.
I guess I'm not really feeling this vacation, am I? At least not yet. Maybe the beach or my friends my own age can help with that.
As I walked out of the Jacksonville airport in just a sweater, I felt the Florida "winter". I couldn't help laughing.
Mom had cornbread & pinto beans with ham waiting for me when I arrived at about 2130 local time, well past her bedtime. She'd asked earlier what she should cook, and that was one of my favorite meals growing up. Nom! But as I was walking around the now-quiet house, I had to tell her, "I miss [Good Sister]. I miss [Evil Sister]. I miss Dad. I guess I better unpack before I start crying. Estrogens. Ain't they grand?"
I walked around my neighborhood with my mom and one of her friends, M. You know that thing where older people are often full of stories and need someone to tell them to? Yeah. M's sweet, but yeah.
I walked around my neighborhood some more and then to my high school. Saw one bumper sticker for Trump, and one small pro-Trump piece of graffiti on the actual school. To the little snot that likely wrote it, I say, enjoy your wrecked future: there's a reason why his supporters skew old. Fuck my distant past. This isn't the Gainesville I remember, but then again a) it was the 80s and nasty was the norm, b) as a budding geek I was good at staying out of the loop, and c) when you're to all appearances a cis white dude your life feels a lot safer and more cheerful.
I guess I'm not really feeling this vacation, am I? At least not yet. Maybe the beach or my friends my own age can help with that.
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Date: 2016-12-23 01:26 am (UTC)From:There's reasons why my mom & I left, & I'm feeling it deeply nowadays.