Sweet Home Chicago...
Ah, Chicago. The Windy City; and what a city it is. This summer I chose to move away from Austin in an admittedly poorly-planned venture in order to gain a few of the freedoms that I craved. At the time, I had had no plans for where I was going next, but now, as things draw to an ever-approaching close, I have decided to move back to Austin. I miss my friends, and the atmosphere, and the people. I'm ready to come back to the flooded yards and the clouds of mosquitoes and people I recognize when I walk in a store.
I won't say I won't miss Chicago; where everything I want is within a walk and a train's distance, and I'll look back on this time fondly as having been more than just a place to stay for the summer. It was fun, and gave me a lot of good experiences and ideas, but it's time to come home.
Which brings me to the matter of friends: I feel like I've let a lot of you down, and it scares me to think that any of you would be disappointed in me and my choice. It was really my effort at being spontaneous. I'm still not sure if it worked, or if it was a good idea in the first place.
To all of my friends that I may have forgotten in my haste, that feel left out/let down, to all of you whom I love dearly, I know that no apology could ever heal wounds, but it's all I have to offer:
I'm sorry. So deeply, profoundly sorry for any heartache I may have caused, and I only hope that we remain friends following my spur of the moment venture.
It looks like my summer vacation...is over.
I won't say I won't miss Chicago; where everything I want is within a walk and a train's distance, and I'll look back on this time fondly as having been more than just a place to stay for the summer. It was fun, and gave me a lot of good experiences and ideas, but it's time to come home.
Which brings me to the matter of friends: I feel like I've let a lot of you down, and it scares me to think that any of you would be disappointed in me and my choice. It was really my effort at being spontaneous. I'm still not sure if it worked, or if it was a good idea in the first place.
To all of my friends that I may have forgotten in my haste, that feel left out/let down, to all of you whom I love dearly, I know that no apology could ever heal wounds, but it's all I have to offer:
I'm sorry. So deeply, profoundly sorry for any heartache I may have caused, and I only hope that we remain friends following my spur of the moment venture.
It looks like my summer vacation...is over.