I was a baby, New Moore.

I was a beautiful, innocent baby once, just as all of you were, the kind that Edward Albee could only dream of desecrating in his newest disasterpiece. But I speak of the not-so-distant past; I was a baby. And like all babies, I dreamed a dream of my life to be, one which I could not articulate but was present in my mind nevertheless.

I thought that perhaps I would grow up here. I would learn your strange New Moorian customs and not feel like such a caged bird of paradise. I would read your schoolbooks and learn cursive writing, instead of traversing the countryside of Europa with my mother. I would play on your playgrounds and make your acquaintances. I would attend New Moore High School, New Moore Community College, and graduate with a degree in New Moore Business. Perhaps one day I would even scale the ranks of New Moore government and become the mayor of New Moore! What a happy baby I was with these visions of sugar plums dancing in my squishy head.

But it was not meant to be.

I did not grow up. Or rather, I did, but instead of progressing normally, I am back to being Joshua Leonard Morgan, just as I always was. Traveling gypsy circus, 5-South, What Is(land) Real?, and all. Perhaps this is fortunate.

Though the Blue Period has passed, I am still filled to the brim with melancholy, New Moore. I do wish I could return to infancy and curl up in your collective womb.

Are you my New Moore-mama?