Except, of course, that I've forgotten where that is.
Back to Calgary, a short visit, the daughter, bureaucracy, see a couple of friends. The Nephew, he's too busy to catch up, we catch up briefly on the phone, he's working 16 hours a day driving truck, he's talking about how much he misses the restaurant, he must be the only person on earth, yeah, the restaurant, it was the best job he ever had, will ever have, he had a few that were as good, better, in the restaurant business after the restaurant closed, would brag about how he did nothing all day but text on his phone, sadly they didn't last, go figure, now, 16 hours a day, hating his job, never a moment to check his phone...
I see other friends but I'm preoccupied, too much on my mind, money-money-money as always, but there are other things as well, people make time to see you but your company disappoints, I'm a long way from being my best self.
And I go to the locker, want to rescue a handful of interesting things, small things, but I can't ever get a 1/4 of the way back, that's how full it is, have to give up, I'm at risk for a crushing death beneath staggering towers of boxes whose contents I've long forgotten...
Finally, leaving Calgary, coming back to the Koots, to where? From where? I've lost all feelings of home, these are all just places...