Sunday, August 10, 2014

"There's Joe Place Like Home"

At this point I've put off blogging so long and have so much to say that I'm just gonna have to pick a few things and leave the others for another day. Or maybe they aren't really that important and will get swept under the rug. Who knows?

I've been back in Arkansas for a week. Get ready because now I'm gonna set up a metaphor comparing me coming back to Arkansas to when Dorothy got back to Kansas after being in Oz. Arkansas, like Kansas in the movie, is kinda grey in comparison to SF. There aren't as many gays here and there's a greater risk of tornadoes and no H&M and it's really fucking hot and muggy, but it's home. And I like it. And I chose to be here (for now). But I do really fucking miss Oz and all the lovely creatures and homosexuals I met there.

My coworkers back in SF did not make it easy for me to leave. We went out for drinks on my last day of work and they told me how difficult it would be to replace me. It was kinda like when Dorothy finds out those damn shoes could've taken her back ages ago, and everyone is sad and saying goodbye. Except I didn't have a dog, but I did have a bedazzled pencil pouch I got in Japantown, which poops less than a dog and is also more fabulous to carry. And I also didn't have silver slippers, but I was wearing some pretty fetch moccasins. (Btw I'm calling them silver slippers because they're silver in the actual book instead of red like in the movie. And if I said they were red then that might imply this whole thing felt like a dream, which was the situation in the movie. But it wasn't a dream at all, which makes it more like the book. Because it was all real in the book. If you don't understand what I'm saying, you really need to read a book.)

My team at work mainly consisted of myself and three other people, and I could even tell you which was the Scarecrow, Tin Woodsman, and Cowardly Lion. I could even go a step further and compare someone in the office to the Wicked Witch of the West. But I won't do any of that. Just know that this metaphor works really well and I'm about two clicks away from buying a braided wig and gingham dress online. But that would probably get me shot in Arkansas (whereas I'm pretty sure I saw that outfit at least twice in San Francisco).

Day one attempt at unpacking
Anyway, deviating from the metaphor, I've been pretty exhausted since I got home. My mom (who is a retired teacher) told me she used to spend the first week of every summer lying on the couch because all the work from the school year temporarily knocked her off her feet. I think I've been going through that phase, but I'm coming out of it now and am ready to do something. Anything.

Unpacking also didn't go very well. My method of dumping everything out onto my floor ended up overwhelming me. Or else I'd find one of the cute things I'd purchased in Japantown and get really excited because I'd forgotten about it. And so I stayed buried in three months' worth of life-crap for several days. But now that it's all cleaned up, all my new kawaii purchases look amazing on my bookshelf.

What else? Upon arriving home, and before I'd even gotten my suitcases out of the car, a lady drove up in the yard and started yelling at my family about how she thought the ice cream man was casing the neighborhood. I tell that story in this podcast episode, somewhere in the middle. (Although if you aren't listening to the podcast already, wtf are you doing with your life?)

Oh, I went on a date this past Friday, but that probably merits its own entry later.

And my sister is currently visiting, which means all the Birdsongs are together right now, and also makes being home feel more like a vacation than something permanent. I wonder how it'll feel when she goes back to St. Louis.

More later regarding the date and videos and stuff.


(Also, I need to give credit to @carolinejones on Twitter for the title of this entry. I tweeted out asking for a good Wizard of Oz pun to put for the title, she replied with this one, and I loved it.)

The last selfie I took in the Emerald City Japantown