Stripped-Thank you Depeche Mode

I often wonder how many of us feel; emotionally, creatively, and ultimately stipend? What does it for us? is it the mundane question , ”hey how are you , whats new?” And most of us respond the same way .”Not much …..just working and you ? To me that is what feeds my depression like a fat kid at a buffet. I dream of of having a South Western life away from the dreary rain soaked days of Washington. To be absolutely honest , I hate it here . I hate this small town , I hate the expectation of validation being dependent solely on your last name . I am third generation Schroeder to one of the two high schools here in Gig Harbor Washington. My Grandmother’s side moved here from Minnesota in the 1950’s to a farmhouse on Crescent Valley. My grandmother and I have a kinship that is remarkable , I often feel that I was not only bread from her genetically but in a way by reincarnation . She was a teen parent to my biological Father who to this day is somewhat emotionally a stranger to me. As her first grandchild at 37 , She had this maternal bond to me that imprinted who I would become even as an adult . She always says ,” Mirrror , mirror on the wall , you are your grandmother after all.” I never understood fully the meaning or magnitude of her words until now. She always told me you will go through ten broken hearts before you find the right person for you . And through the years I never believed her I always thought this is it , but IT turned in to; mean , abusive,clingy, or gay. Until the day I met my person , who I never saw coming . She was right and we have these grandiose plans to escape the mundane. My goal is to leave this place by 2024 and be living the life that I will truly be happy living.