A Tale of Two Cities -- They were in fact, the best of times and the worst of times. It was ALL reason and madness.
Where do I begin?
I am astonished, first of all, that I have managed to acrew more than 1,000 views on my blog in less than 4 months. I don't know how the hell that happened, but I appreciate it-- being a writer and all. It's nice to know that some people actually read what I write, despite its often inane and absurd nature. Thank you.
I am await December 28 like I have never awaited a day in my life. I have a good job, I've got half of my novel written, and I am going back to a city that I love. I am listening to that Killers song that made me cry for so many days back in April, and I am smiling the biggest grin ever. I can't wait to be back.
It's strange. I've been home. I've felt great, to be honest-- hints of sadness as usual, but I've felt good. I miss my friends. I miss the city. I really felt like that was the place I could call home. Now that I am here, I miss it everyday. I miss calling Chicago home. I am more that now than I am Florida. I will always love my night beach. I will always love my nature-- but that is what Wisconsin is for!!! I can't wait to see the L again. I can't wait. I can't wait to talk to my lil sis, and tell Marc that he's a douche bag but I love him anyway-- or tell Ben that the Sox suck!!!!!!
Alex, Nic, Johnny, and Sammy-- You have known me longest. You are the best people I have ever met in my life, which is why I will definately chip in for you all to meet me up there. I will, I promise. I love all my Chicago family, but you guys would have a great time there, and would be loved.
To all my Midwest friends, who are basically my entire friend structure, brace yourselves. When I was racked with depression, I might have been interesting and still psychotically fun-- but wait, there's more. More rollerblading. More trippin. More philosophical thoughts. AND EVEN MORE ABSURDLY HILARIOUS COMMENTS ABOUT APPLES BEING THROWN AT PEOPLE'S HEADS!!!!
There will be an infinite amount of merriment in a place I finally feel comfortable calling-- home. Dec 28 06. I wait very impatiently.
Where do I begin?
I am astonished, first of all, that I have managed to acrew more than 1,000 views on my blog in less than 4 months. I don't know how the hell that happened, but I appreciate it-- being a writer and all. It's nice to know that some people actually read what I write, despite its often inane and absurd nature. Thank you.
I am await December 28 like I have never awaited a day in my life. I have a good job, I've got half of my novel written, and I am going back to a city that I love. I am listening to that Killers song that made me cry for so many days back in April, and I am smiling the biggest grin ever. I can't wait to be back.
It's strange. I've been home. I've felt great, to be honest-- hints of sadness as usual, but I've felt good. I miss my friends. I miss the city. I really felt like that was the place I could call home. Now that I am here, I miss it everyday. I miss calling Chicago home. I am more that now than I am Florida. I will always love my night beach. I will always love my nature-- but that is what Wisconsin is for!!! I can't wait to see the L again. I can't wait. I can't wait to talk to my lil sis, and tell Marc that he's a douche bag but I love him anyway-- or tell Ben that the Sox suck!!!!!!
Alex, Nic, Johnny, and Sammy-- You have known me longest. You are the best people I have ever met in my life, which is why I will definately chip in for you all to meet me up there. I will, I promise. I love all my Chicago family, but you guys would have a great time there, and would be loved.
To all my Midwest friends, who are basically my entire friend structure, brace yourselves. When I was racked with depression, I might have been interesting and still psychotically fun-- but wait, there's more. More rollerblading. More trippin. More philosophical thoughts. AND EVEN MORE ABSURDLY HILARIOUS COMMENTS ABOUT APPLES BEING THROWN AT PEOPLE'S HEADS!!!!
There will be an infinite amount of merriment in a place I finally feel comfortable calling-- home. Dec 28 06. I wait very impatiently.