Flypaper thoughts, some from the road

• New York city is not in Tennessee.
• In TN that middle-aged woman likely has her hair coloured and that baby is her third grandchild.
• In Manhattan that middle-aged woman is letting her hair go grey and that's her first child in her stroller.
• In Tennessee they have big trucks.
• In NYC they have big sidewalks.
• Knees are to bodies what zippers are to garments.
• Not the same warranty.
• In Tennessee they say to me "don't get in a rush."
• In NYC I walk faster to keep up.
• Why did I forget to buy buttons?
• My daughter hired a doula for help with her breastfeeding.
• The baby now nurses standing up.
• Looks odd works great.
• New York is about a lot of small. Small spaces, small shops, small room between people.
• It's not anonymous, it's close.
• They don't tell you that. 
• It's sort of comforting.
• I heard frogs outside my window in Tennessee. 
• I swear.
• On the phone Miss Scarlett said to me "Babs I am going to go to your house as soon as I can."
• That's why I came home.
• I love New York.
• I love Tennessee.
• I live in Nova Scotia.
• This is my home.
• I was born on the prairies.
• You never know.
• You just never know.
• Anytime I walk into a fabric store I am no longer a traveller.
• These are my people.
• This is the home I carry with me.