Outhouse

So if we move to Florida we will pack all of our things in a big truck and have to drive through North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia into Florida.

Will we go all that way in one day?

No, we may have to stay the night somewhere along the way. Maybe Georgia. Any other questions?

Just one...where do Georgias go to the bathroom?

Um...on the toilet, the same place we do.

Oh, okay.

[Cole adds his two cents] I want to move to Minnesota.

Of all the questions he could ask, he wants to know where they go to the bathroom.

I guess I understand after the year I spent living in the woods. We dug our own privy and built an outhouse, a pretty scary place at two o'clock in the morning, wondering if anything had crawled in the hole. I always had this irrational fear they were just waiting on me to decide to crawl out.

He did not worry about getting our things there or where we would live, just where they go to the bathroom. Because obviously they are different from us, and that can be scary sometimes. Its what keeps us and them apart. Until us becomes them, or they become us...or we finally decide it's ok to be we.

For that to happen, we have to get over the fear of what's going to crawl up the privy hole. Its pretty easy to make assumptions about people we have never met, unfortunately those same assumptions keep us from some great relationships. In celebrating our differences, we can forget how much we have in common.

If we get there and they go to the bathroom differently, we'll figure it out.