We are staying in the punchbowl area, which is essentially in downtown. OH MY GOD!!! I had forgotten what it felt like to live in a city with a pulse. We walked to the grocery store for a few provisions. Trini was a little disgruntled that we were having to walk. But, she handled it very well! I was able to show her the ocean in the distance. We also walked over an overpass to H1. She thought it was cool to be walking over so many cars. I was so very proud of her!!!
It is funny. I am acting totally out of character for those who knew me in Arkansas. Yet, I am more myself than I have been in years. I had accidentally put on the persona that I guess I thought was expected in the 'metropolis' of Jonesboro. Here, I am free to be whomever I want. There, I had to stifle who I was.
With $60 bucks (and it wasn't much) worth of groceries in my backpack, my daughter's hand in mine, and the burn in my gluts and calves (from walking uphill toward our apartment), I couldn't believe how free I felt. It was as if I were a bird that was suddenly let out of a cage. I had called a friend and was sharing our adventures. She said, "Now remember, you are home." It wasn't until our uphill walk back that I realized, I AM HOME. This is not a vacation. This is it.