The odometer that measures travel. And eventually resets.
Years ago I had questioned what kind of country my first home wanted to be. It was an open ended question. Much like how my new old home is asking herself that same question on the eve of super Tuesday.
My wife are following the elections closely with equal parts wonderment and equal parts bewilderment. The parties are divided like night and day. In each parties, there are nominees that define extremism. The polls show the split goes beyond just the parties. The fact that I cannot vote leaves meout of deciding any kind of direction. Yet, each President has affected me in his each way. And not one has done me wonders.
It has always been a leap of faith. This time is no different. Even if she becomes President. The want of a car has begun at the same time the euro is falling. House prices are rising and I am working crazy hours to prevent from going backwards. At this point, the election is the noise I cannot ignore.
Just like the leap day that warranted a blog full of noise like this.
