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Man, I should would love to live in Whiting again. Headed out here to meet up with Mikey to go to my Uncle Ray's in Beverly. PS- Twas an excelllent time. As Phil said, "Cis, this is what summer is all about. This is summer." Anyway, before I met up with the boys, I just rolled around town for awhile, going by the old house at 1342 Lake Avenue. I went up to the door. For what reason- I'm not sure. It felt good. While nobody anwsered, I stood on the porch, gazing into what holds all my childhood memories, and all my favorite family memories. That house contains me, who I would have grown into. It shaped me to be who I was when I moved out to the seemingly plastic Chesterton. I realized, damn, I really wish we still lived here. Where things seem to have a better grasp on reality, a more down to earth appeal. I don't know what it is, but it sure still is a big part of me. I'm typing this at Mikey's apartment, not wanting to leave town. I know I have to. I know my life is in Cheese. But what if I never had moved? What would I look like? How would I dress? Would my parents still be alive? Would my morals and values be the same? Everything would be completely different. And who is to say it would be in a bad way. Not me.