anotherkindofdrew blog

I have been asked several times when I am going to be leaving Mississippi. I am not quite sure. The delta has really taken a hold of me. It is hard to explain. There is nothing to do here really. There is a decent “greasy spoon” in the next town over and there is a post office and a little coffee shop. The countryside is nothing but cotton farms and weather is rather unpredictable. I spend most waking moments working and the rest of the time sitting on the porch just kind of…well, watching. I watch the fields. I watch the clouds roll by. I watch the rain pass over. I watch the dogs bark at imaginary prey. I watch the creek level rise and fall. Somehow it all appeals to me though. It is different than Georgia. I love Georgia. Don’t get me wrong. But it is different here. I am blocks (my term of measurement, I guess) away from the birthplace of Muddy Waters. In fact, every time I see an abandoned shack with a porch I kind of think of some older black man sitting on it with a ratty, slide guitar singing about whatever ales him that day. It is a nostalgia that is not my own but that I create to pass the time.

Mix this new affection with my love of sustainable architecture and eco-friendly structures and I think I could settle out here. Being able to work anywhere there is internet connection kind of solidifies my desire. I am connected at the fingertips to the rest of the world yet still get to live in a bit of subtlety; a feeling of self-appointed monasticism.

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