A girl with no home...

Ok , so the title is slightly melodramatic but does sum up what I'm feeling right now.

I was in Syracuse a few weekends ago for a wedding and I had to use a GPS to find my way around. A GPS in my home town! Have I really been gone that long? It's been over 3 years since I've been a resident of NY! 3 years! What has happened to me in 3 years?

So then I lived in Utah and when I moved there I couldn't understand the culture and my skin was always SO DRY!! I drank water all the time and I still felt dried out! And that didn't feel like home, who were these people and why did I decide to move there?? What was an east coast girl doing in the west?

Now I'm in Massachusetts. I had this discussion with a friend last night...I felt like moving to Massachusetts, it's close enough to NY, it's like coming home right? Wrong. This isn't home either. Some days when I walk outside I feel like I'm breathing water. I forgot how oppressive humidity can be! And the way the Massholes drive and their lack of politeness...don't even get me started!

Which leads me to my next big question...where is home and when will I feel like I found my place? I feel like I've been very transient and there is so much in this country to experience, I don't want to pick just one place to live...and how will I know when I've found it? So I've decided to create my own place to live. It's going to have the mountains (and snowboarding) of Utah, the woods of New York, the ocean of Massachusetts, the vineyards of California, a combination of Boston, DC and NYC for cities and maybe something else from the west coast that I don't know exists because I haven't been there yet. And I'm going to be the mayor...who wants to join me?

Yet another thing that would never have happened to me in Utah...

So last night I was planning on staying in, laying low because I didn't really want to participate in Halloween craziness. I just get nervous about going into cities on Halloween, because people feel that putting on a costume gives them a right to do stupid things...and frankly I wanted no part of that.

So I went to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for butternut squash soup instead. Well as I'm wandering around the store looking for Bisquick (not for the soup, for next weekend when Mandi visits), a guy stops me as I'm going down the tea aisle. Here is a rough transcript of the transaction

Random guy: Excuse miss are you looking for something...I don't work here...but I shop here...maybe I can help you (yes, said all in one breath).

Me: Yeah I can't find Bisquick. I mean right now I know I am in the tea aisle, but I'm trying to find the Bisquick aisle.

Random guy: What's Bisquick?

Me: You know pancakes, biscuits...bisquick.

Random guy: Yeeeahh...well I'm sure it's gotta be in these few aisles. So I'm sure you'll find. You're in your 20s right.

Me: Um, yes.

Random guy: Well I'm a little older (author's note...he was probably 45) but I you know am attracted to girl's with a figure. (Author's note: did he just call me fat??) And I'm pretty in shape for a guy my age...and I like women in shape. So maybe sometime we can get some coffee. Do you have a cell phone?

Me: Not on me

Random guy: Well maybe I can just get your number...you know so I can call you.

Me: Gives fake number

He walks away. End scene.

Umm yeah, so it was shortly after that incident that I decided I needed to not be a grandma and join my friends out for some Halloween festivities. Because I was not going to let that be the only eventful occurrence of the day. Because let's face it...when you get picked up in a grocery store but some guy telling you you have curves...I'm not sure it can get much lower than that.

So I went out and had a fantastic time dancing with my peeps.

And I can honestly say I never got picked up in a grocery store in Utah. And also, who doesn't know what Bisquick is!?