Back to life, back to reality

Back from Paris, the heat bitch slaps my face. Nothing has changed, i still have to get in my car and drive to get groceries. Hardly any independent stores nothing but chains for miles and miles and miles. Bills piled up outside my door. Bills piling up inside my mailbox. The wonderful light and airy feeling that paris gave is fading fast, i'm trying desperately to hold on to it. I can't decide if it was a dream or really some cruel joke that was played on us. A joie de vive, a quality of life that America can not seem to match for anyone but the rich. Was that the American dream? Get rid of our neighborhood stores and become dependent on oil? Forced to shop at stores where our produce comes from Mexico,toys from China, clothes from India. Americans are suffering, people are losing their jobs, companies are moving overseas for cheap labor in third world countries. When did we stop supporting ourselves? It is overwhelming to me, but I guess a vacation is just that, a vacation from your normal way of life and when it is over you go right back to reality, right back to life. Back to the car culture, back to the bills, back to the shriveling bank accounts, back to long hours of work, t.v's, couch potatoes, inactivity, war, death, ugliness, reality shows. I could go on but i fear it would just depress me to much. what i need to figure out is how to bring that joie de vive here before this reality crushes me.