I just realized something so profoundly significant... at least, to me. It must mean something when you have to stop to think just which city, then country, you're living in, and admit to yourself you were actually confused for a second. Must mean that: a) you move around a lot, and b) feel at home where you are if you need to stop to think about it.
I honestly thought we were going out of town to Surrey or Richmond for my second kid's Pumpkin Patch field trip tomorrow, rather than wherever it is Seattle children go for picking pumpkins. (Surrey and Richmond are where a lot of Vancouver, BC, schoolbusses head for such fall-frolicking activities.) Seriously, I can't believe I was that mentally lost there.
Shit, early-onset Alzheimer's... I forgot I was in America.
(Photo credit: Kathy Moyd)
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