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my gainesville life has become routine. here i exist, here i have A life. and i'm not sardonically refering to my other possible lives in other places in lesser ways. my life in gainesville is ok, it's becoming consistent, and it's livable. and i'm generally perhaps happy. but i do miss my real LIFE. the life that was existing for me at birth, that my parents gave me and that i nurtured by my existence in my world forever before college. whenever i go back, for christmas, for breaks and such, i always seem to fall exactly back in to place, and yet sometimes it seems slightly surreal. Miami pauses down there for me every time I leave and return. Miami being the name i use to define everything, losely based of course in miami itself, but also including elements of my life that aren't there, like thanksgiving at aunt marie's and summer reunion at various hotels. those are also part of my Miami life, what I feel is my REAL life. I miss it.