It is cold as shit in here and I have a Calypso earworm in my head. Daylight come and I wanna go home. Like reggae, it’s impossible to be anything but happy when the music is blaring. And blaring it is. I want to go home — home where things are organized and orderly and sane. I am home, but my home is anything but what I need it to be. Still, I’m oddly cheerful.
Greek mythology says Calypso was a nymph who kept Odysseus on her island for seven years promising him immortality, but he preferred to go home instead. I can understand that. I want to go home too, but technically I am home. Home is just not very homey right now.Continue reading