Upside-down

Well. Just when you think life might have poured a righteous glass of lemonade rather than doling out a dozen lems, everything goes topsy-turvy on you, and you just aren't sure whether you're coming or going. This being only my second official entry, it feels like the previous could have been million years ago. (but maybe that's 'cause I'm indulging in the new National CD, track 10 particularly).
So, there I go ranting and raving about notions of home and stability, ideas of feeling some sense of comfort in a place, in a situation in life, and then the world slips the proverbial rug out from underneath my notions and throws me wily-nilly back to the drawing board. Apparently the slippery slope is the only stability I know.
Unfortunately I am a novice at its controls.
Here I am visiting my former residences on what many would call a vaca-y (vacation, abbreviated, derived from the first two syllables. mentioned in the movie Legally Blonde: "You won't be seeing me for two weeks. I'm going on vacay"; urbandictionary.com) expecting to enjoy some peace-of-mind, closure and clarity- having created a whole new space for myself- and never in a million years to feel like these towns are "home", anticipating muted feelings, some faint nostalgia perhaps, but general indifference. I'm thinking I have my near-future planned out to a 'T' and consequently am mostly invincible.

Wrong.
Lemonade.

Topsy-turvy.
Upside-down.

And the spinning continues....