but along with this realization i have come to see that i have no real "home" here.
the house that i am in is no home. i am almost never alone &privacy is not an option here.
life takes place outside these stifling walls. with friends - like my fellow SSD-ers - i get away for most of the day &come home to reprimanding &lectures.
this is typical.
but how typical is it that your parents count your underwear?
or how typical is it that your parents say that you cant take care of yourself
while it seems that you are taking care of yourself &those who you care about?
the second scenario is probably more typical or should i say more relative to you.
but you get the idea.
going back to the the big picture.
the big beautiful picture of america's finest city, san diego.
this city, this place
has clipped our wings &delayed our flight into the bigger world.
for a time uncertain it will be our glass menagerie.
until then, we are stuck in san diego.
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