Well last time I wrote, I believe I had moved to Indiana. Well I moved yet again, this time back to the heart of Texas. Not one of my proudest moments, but there you have it. I guess it takes a certain amount of resolve and will of spirit to move around the country like it isn't a big deal. Considering that every time I move, I encounter different things that even I can't really recount without forgetting some minor detail. However, this time I want to focus on the people that I met along the way.
While I was in Indiana, I met a few people that most would just look down their noses at. These people are the salt of the earth. Constantly struggling to survive, but working hard. I don't think I can say that about most people, though those folks in Indiana, work hard at their jobs and still struggle. Perhaps it is just me, growing up working my ass off to get to where I am.
Yet coming back to Texas, all I notice is how people complain about not having everything they want, yet refuse to work. I can't say that about everyone down here, but the vast majority do.
I start my life a new everytime I move someplace and I still haven't the faintest idea what the problem is. I say the same thing about finding a decent guy, because most of them turn out to be just like the rest. Is there one guy out there that isn't the same?
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