Opened my eyes this morning to NPR talking on the radio clock. 7:30am. Sun shining through the windows. My heart skipped a beat… It could have been 7 years ago when I was still living a different life in Detroit but I was in Los Angeles, chasing some dreams and a completely new agenda.
I haven’t woken up to NPR since I left the United States, working corporate America, doing the daily grind on the freeway to get to work. Disoriented, those first few minutes of opening my eyes, and it saddened me that I wasn’t in the memory that I thought I was.