Santa Barbarians and Prodigal Suns

So I finally made it around to Santa Barbara. What's really creeping me out is that it's like I NEVER LEFT. Aside from the fact that they moved the microwave and got a new silverware holder the Home house is exactly the same. And the town hasn't changed a bit either. It would be far too easy to wake up one morning completely convinced that Texas was all just some weird dream. Or at least it would be if I didn't have the string of people in Texas that are infinitely more real to me now than most of the folks ever were here. I almost feel like a wedding crasher that no one's caught onto yet. It makes me wonder what kind of person I was before I left.