My comfort zone

Somewhere, out there, are two or three old black guys that have no memory of me. I only remember them because they were the only other kids on the street. So for the year or so we lived there, we played together. The share-cropper kids and me. My comfort zone. Then we moved, north, to a big city, Boston. It took quite a while, but the comfort zone returned. Now I am trying to find a new one. Nothing new about the experience, you pick up your feet and place one in front of the other and progress to the next step. I have moved many times and always managed to adapt. I would enjoy finding a place peopled with kindred spirits, seeking the new or at least new to them new types of experiences. Those that "settle" in a place seem  to stagnate. 

Yesterday I returned from a visit with friends in Miami. A big city. One I had never been to, but would love to see again. Posso! I put that trip off too long, hopefully the opportunity to return will happen. The history of mankind started in caves and evolved to today's modern "Fantasias"...the huge, hectic, sprawling and crowded city. It's where we seem to be drawn to. Perhaps for the sense of being a significant part of something so overwhelming, so spectacular. Or, maybe just that man wants to be among his own. Most starstruck youngsters move to "the City", not "the sticks." 

The assets of and the diverse possibilities available in the modern city are the result of our search for utopia. Because we, as humans, seem to always question the results, the current version of the city may not be our crowning achievement, but just like "rock and roll"...I like it!