It was a family of *six*, I only killed *four*
I just tried to open a screw-top bottle of wine with a wine opener. When did expensive bottles of wine start using screw-tops? Isn't that antithetical to wine? I mean, really...I don't any help feeling more stupid than I already do thank you very much.
I'm feeling much better today. Why? Because I'm going home for a little while Come Monday I will be part of a caravan that is hauling me and a few necessities back to the teat of normalcy that is Columbus, Ohio. Permanently? Maybe....well no, probably.
It's been said in many different ways but what it boils down to is this: it's not where you are but who you're with that really matters. What that means is that all of close friends are in Columbus; specifically me two best friends: ernestinewalker and soon, lostandlonely25 will be back there as well. And with my job with the AHA not working out, I realize how little I have keeping me in Chicago. I don't have the support structure here that I do in Ohio. I would be hanging on by a thread here for no reason other than to say "I made it in Chicago", and that means so much less to me than making it while being around the people that I love. That means Columbus.
I miss my Friday nights with ernestinewalker and just being stupid. Making up inane scenarios and acting them out. Thus making running jokes out of situations that would make people think I'm on the edge of semi-retardedness. I miss the Big Four which, upon my return to Columbus, is reduced to the Big Three, as I doubt the fourth member will ever set foot in Ohio again. It's better than being the Big One.
I always said that I couldn't accomplish what I wanted to do with my life while living in Columbus. I'm beginning to realize that I was wrong. I think I was so enamored with moving to Chicago that I never gave Columbus a chance to show me what it could do for me if I was willing to work for it. Now, I am willing to do the work, and I'm going to make Columbus everything that I didn't allow it to be before.
Maybe I'm now looking at Columbus with rose-colored glasses on. I realize that. At the same time, after two months I still feel like a stranger in Chicago. It's a feeling that I need to shake. It's a horrible feeling to not feel comfortable in your own skin. I've become involved with things here that I don't need to be involved with and aren't going to help me achieve my goals. Pray for me that there is a God that is willing to help me get back on track.
I learned a very valuable (and expensive!) lesson during this two month vacation in Chicago: The people that you surround yourself with are much more important that everything else. My two months in Chicago have been characterized by more ups-and-downs in my mood than I have ever experienced in my life. It hasn't been healthy, and I haven't had the friends here that I need to get through it. pharmboi has been a lifeline for me here, and for that I thank him immensly; but I need to be home. I don't consider myself "home" here...Columbus is "home" and that's where I need to be.
Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to go where people know,
People are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.
I'm feeling much better today. Why? Because I'm going home for a little while Come Monday I will be part of a caravan that is hauling me and a few necessities back to the teat of normalcy that is Columbus, Ohio. Permanently? Maybe....well no, probably.
It's been said in many different ways but what it boils down to is this: it's not where you are but who you're with that really matters. What that means is that all of close friends are in Columbus; specifically me two best friends: ernestinewalker and soon, lostandlonely25 will be back there as well. And with my job with the AHA not working out, I realize how little I have keeping me in Chicago. I don't have the support structure here that I do in Ohio. I would be hanging on by a thread here for no reason other than to say "I made it in Chicago", and that means so much less to me than making it while being around the people that I love. That means Columbus.
I miss my Friday nights with ernestinewalker and just being stupid. Making up inane scenarios and acting them out. Thus making running jokes out of situations that would make people think I'm on the edge of semi-retardedness. I miss the Big Four which, upon my return to Columbus, is reduced to the Big Three, as I doubt the fourth member will ever set foot in Ohio again. It's better than being the Big One.
I always said that I couldn't accomplish what I wanted to do with my life while living in Columbus. I'm beginning to realize that I was wrong. I think I was so enamored with moving to Chicago that I never gave Columbus a chance to show me what it could do for me if I was willing to work for it. Now, I am willing to do the work, and I'm going to make Columbus everything that I didn't allow it to be before.
Maybe I'm now looking at Columbus with rose-colored glasses on. I realize that. At the same time, after two months I still feel like a stranger in Chicago. It's a feeling that I need to shake. It's a horrible feeling to not feel comfortable in your own skin. I've become involved with things here that I don't need to be involved with and aren't going to help me achieve my goals. Pray for me that there is a God that is willing to help me get back on track.
I learned a very valuable (and expensive!) lesson during this two month vacation in Chicago: The people that you surround yourself with are much more important that everything else. My two months in Chicago have been characterized by more ups-and-downs in my mood than I have ever experienced in my life. It hasn't been healthy, and I haven't had the friends here that I need to get through it. pharmboi has been a lifeline for me here, and for that I thank him immensly; but I need to be home. I don't consider myself "home" here...Columbus is "home" and that's where I need to be.
Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to go where people know,
People are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.