After having my heart broken again, I find myself in self-imposed exile in Northern Quebec. Hard labour around the ancient family estate brings perspective, I find. It helps. I am, of course, headed to Texas in eleven days. Texas is my home away from home, filled with persons attempting to lure me to settle in such a place. It may, insh'Allah, one day become my home. I'm trying to track down jobs in Corrections there, and I hope I can get a work visa to turn into a green card there.
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You ain't fit to be a Texan, ya'll tawlk funny and shit.
ReplyDeleteBut we'll get you there. Thats what friends do.
Some people are born to freedom, others have to find it for themselves, a lucky few have help.