Wish I Could Meditate...

But I'm no good at it. I will be sitting in my room, eyes closes, just about to achieve enlightenment or something and a weird thought will enter my head...Maybe if I convinced my cat to lick the floor clean I wouldn't have to sweep...
It hasn't worked yet.
Anyway, today after work I had to wait almost an hour for the bus, so I went for a stroll in my old neighbourhood. It was crazy nostalgic! I thought of things I thought I'd forgotten. I saw the hill where I fell of my bike and bashed my ankle on a rock, leaving a deep cut that healed over with gravel inside it. I still have the scar. I saw the basketball court where I the boys play. I saw the tree where I struck a match and burnt my finger and refused to tell my mother how it happened because I knew she'd be mad. I saw the park, where I spent so much of my time. I saw the fence that me and my sister used to peek through to look at the farmer's field with the cows. There's a road there now. I walked up the path I used to skateboard down. I passed my old house. The tree outside it is big now. I remembered my old bedroom...the one at the top of the staircase, with the sky blue paint and the wallpaper with the ribbons on it. As I wandered slowly away, someone asked if I was lost, and if I was looking for someone's house. I said, no, thanks, I was close to where I was headed. I walked across the street my beloved cat Amber was killed on, and wondered why I felt more home in my memories than in my real life. But when I finally walked through my door, into the kitchen which smelled like sweet peas, I knew I was home here. Yay for me.
Dude...my blog sucks ass.