One of my favorites was Normal Blvd. I thought I could live there and be an average family. After discussing it with friends we then wanted to determine what would be normal, and by whose standards. They have since renamed it to Martin Luther King, so I will never give it a try.
I can relate to that nagging, surreal feeling that I, too, am on a journey and have not yet found the place where I am meant to go.
November 21, 2013 at 4:13 PM
In Venice I found the street on which I have always lived.
Every time I travel somewhere, I walk for hours and hours a day; through ancient cities, down avenues, over cobbly streets, I walk. And eventually my feet take me home again. But there is always that nagging, somewhat surreal but familiar, feeling that I am on a journey and always have been; that I have not yet found the place where I am meant to go.
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Perhaps I live on Passion Street. Not three weeks ago someone said to me, "Please stop living so passionately!" My eldest curled her toes. After all, we are now two to walk the streets to somewhere, feeling not unlike ants that touch noses and then walk on, only to touch again later. It is our fate, perhaps, our destiny.
My street is Passion Street. No, it is Calle de la Passion.
I shall leave my shoes by the front door.
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Close this window Jump to comment formOne of my favorites was Normal Blvd. I thought I could live there and be an average family. After discussing it with friends we then wanted to determine what would be normal, and by whose standards. They have since renamed it to Martin Luther King, so I will never give it a try.
November 20, 2013 at 11:36 PM
I thought that was where you live!
November 21, 2013 at 3:52 AM
I can relate to that nagging, surreal feeling that I, too, am on a journey and have not yet found the place where I am meant to go.
November 21, 2013 at 4:13 PM