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Published: February 5th 2009
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the house I called home
The house on the HWY that I shared with Franny. A cool place but not my life style. Well today is my last day here at the hell hole that is my childhood home. Some people say that it is nice to be home, others say that once you leave you can never go back. For me, there is nothing here for me, other than family; not even old friends. Sure there are my old high school friends, Todd, Andy and Nick; but they have moved on with there lives as well.
Home for me still is Munich Germany. This town that has a warming effect on my spirit and heart,,,Oh how I long-for this city and the life I lived so happly there. This city started out as my haven from Italy and the Army. It was in this town that I could be free from the social restraints that existed in my life at this time.
After the Army, I moved to this city and started my life. What a great time it was back in 2005. And now as I finnish packing on this cold snowy morning I can feel the anticipation rizing in me that in just over 24 hours I will be back home, in Munich.
I just have to finish
Road infront of house, towards town
Just the newly repaved road infront of the house. off the last of the last, get the few remaining things out of my room and leave, not forever, but just so I can become myself again. To be frank, I can not wait to get away from having to drive a crap car, deal with people who do not want to see the world and who do not understand that the American life is looked down on my most of the worlds citizens; including myself.
As the day progresses I realize that I have to wash just one more load of clothing, what I will be taking with me. Had I known how the last 8 hours would turn out, I would have done everything in a different order. Yet had it not been for the events that played out I would not have been able to spend time with some of my best friends.
This is how it all went down...
Around 4 pm (16:00) I met up with my 3 good friends for the last supper together before I left. It was a good meal, just good old American greasy food and coffee. Then the night started to fall apart. On my way to
Car, Deathtrap, Or as I called it Flying P.O.S.
The car lived under my hand just as long as I needed her to. She got me to and fron school in the snow, stayed on the road, never in the ditch. But I hatted her with a passion. the laundry, I stopped at a gas station to get a coffee and a pack of smokes. Well comming out of the store that $250 car that I had been driving decided not to start...So a call on the phone and a walk over to Webbys place I helped unstick his van from the ice of the parking lot. A drive to my storage unit for a tow strap and then back to my dead car was spent curcing the ford that I had bought. A good laugh at the time as well now, looking back on it. We pulled the beast free from the parking spot to where I gave it one last try with the key and she roars to life, not with out curing her a bit more from the drivers seat. With a thanks to Webby I was off to wash my clothing. After a nice hour and half at the laundry, I set off for the house I had been living. Just one problem, the beast would not start again. I called my mate Webby again and with his van we were able to push my car to my parents house, where I gave mom the title and the keys. The old man had wanted the car, even before I bought it. (nother story all to its-self)
At home with clean clothing, I was able to arrange with my parents in Sycamore a pick up time and place in Dekalb. This left time for finnal beers at the house with my roomate Franny. A ride downtown with Webby and a stroll to the bar for finnal farewells was all that was left to do. As the time counted down until my parents arived to fetch there son, I was able to say good bye to friends that I had made in the cource of one year. With a finnal good bye and fuck this place I was out the door, never so glad to see my parents, for I knew that they were the gate keeper to freedom.
A ride to there house for the night would be supprisingly seral, with a heavy fog decending on the area. Once again I found myself at the house that I get up in as a child, of a nights sleep. In the morning off to the airport....bound for home.
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