Today we finally are leaving the Valley of the Sun. I needed a book and new shoes, so we drove down another monotonous freeway to another ubiquitous mall in Chandler, another typical suburb. I felt so exhausted and I had no reason for it. I was perturbed by the smallest frustration, like some prissy Beverly Hills boy. All this sunshine, farmy air, and strip mall suburbia was really getting to me. After all my experiences and conflicts this week, I felt ashamed for my restlessness in the mall, but suburban malls are really boring especially with my family.
My parents really do treat life, family, and everything like work. There is a to-do list in my household. Someone is to blame for every mishap. However we seem to never be happy. We all complain about everything, especially each other. It's so sad that we cannot enjoy each others' company, especially awkward through our lack of conversation. We sit there at lunch with nothing to speak about. I feel like my entire family is lost like me. It is really sad. Other than the necessities of a family, a house, chaffeuring to extracurricular activities, and of course the good ole' family dinner, we have no bond. Maybe that's all one needs in a family. I just hope I can raise a better family than the one I have.
My new shoes are not exactly what I wanted. My whole life is not exactly what I want. Nothing ever seems to be perfect, but that's what is spectacular about life. These are problems everywhere. There are wonders everywhere. If life wasn't crazy, it would all be one giant, flat, dull suburb in the Valley of the Sun.
Goodbye Gilbert, Chandler, Mesa, Phoenix, and the non-stop list of Wild West suburbs. I love you Washington, your hills, incessant rain, and awkward culture.
"Hello Seattle" - Owl City
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