taking a leap

remembering my life 3 years ago entails traveling to the back corner of my mind typically reserved for situations of uncomfortable awkwardness.  my life 3 years ago smells like dry cleaning and feels like a scratchy banana republic suit with an overstuffed leather kenneth cole straining my right shoulder.  it sounds like the clicking of pointy toe heels nimbly running down the hall of a hospital alongside a fast paced physician; my mont blanc pen feverishly scratching down notes.  my old life tastes a lot like sugar free red bull and starbucks.   

it's a life in a gated community, typical of big city suburbs.  lawns resemble a lush, green carpet neatly divided into rectangles by wood fences and neighbors take their kids trick or treating in golf carts.  garage doors must be closed at all times and the color of your mulch must be preapproved.

life is restricting and every moment is already spent.  there is no time to realize the infinite confinement.  

our new gated community

we escaped and found a little piece of freedom.