The Good Life
I’ve been around. I’ve lived in Chicago; Erie, Pa; Norfolk, Va.; Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I’ve been to Phoenix, San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Antonio, Fort Lauderdale, New Orleans, Nassau, Bahamas, St. Thomas (Virgin Isles), Naples, It, and Des Moines. I’ve been married three times, and lived with three others. But in all of that, I always come back home to Cedar Rapids and the one woman who loves me.
Here I am accepted for who and what I am. I am not judged if I have a meltdown. She is there, ready to pick up the pieces. This woman is amazing. I’ve left and come back too many times. I don’t know what I was looking for but know it’s right here. I think the depression has gotten so bad that I would cut and run at a moments notice. I’ve stopped running.
What I have here is an ex-wife that cares, that understands me, that loves me. I’ve been many places, seen a lot, and met many. But the good life? It’s right here.