For @mariannewest/day-1518-5-minute-freewrite-friday-prompt-bullfrog
Too influenced by the music I hear. Bullfrogs make music. In Wisconsin. Loudly.
Listening to music from the past. So there I am, at 18, 19, 20? It weird that I know people as my peers who are in their 20s and because so much of my sense of self became aware at that age, I don't feel like... you know, when I was in my 20s, it was more than 10 years ago. Like, this music is ancient history to them. I mean, not that weird, I guess, but, like.
I'm not 18. I'm not a child actor. I'm 20 years away from that. I've been an adult now longer than I was a child.
It's all missing my dad stuff. He drove me to Milwaukee. He is the reason we lived on the farm and I have Wisconsin in my bones. Is it a betrayal that I live in Los Angeles. It shouldn't feel like that. No place is a betrayal. I've been seeing the take lately that going to new places is bad. That travel is inherently colonialist. I think I'm missing nuance. I'm not a part of these conversations, I just see them happening. And. I don't know. "If it's not about you, it's not about you." But is it about me? Is it about having moved from rural Wisconsin to Seattle... no from Seattle as a child to WI to Seattle to... Germany, where the ancestors were from, some of them, to Los Angeles...
To new places to making new home towns. Is that
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