Sun come up, it was blue and gold.
Things have been remarkably wonderful, with the exception of continuing paycheck drama and a sinus infection that developed from a cold I had three weeks ago. It's okay-- I'm a little walking pharmacy now.
I have thoroughly enjoyed my trip to Chicago and wish horribly that I wasn't leaving. However, I was talking with Johnny-boy and he asked, "You know, every time you come here, you desperately wish you could stay. You could have stayed here last time-- why didn't you?" I had to remind him that A) the job offer, while attractive, was also phenomenally dull and, B) I'm single. If I'm cold and depressed and alone and getting the urge to stand in front of a train a la Russian novel status, I'd rather be able to think to myself, "You know, it'll warm up in a week". I don't want to think, "Well, it'll warm up in a few months." That's too long. I'm impatient. Emo should not last that long.
I've gotten to see everyone I wanted to see. Most of us are about the same as we were, and that's enjoyable and pleasing-- I like being able to pick up from where I left off and still thoroughly enjoy the company of those people. Claire has been a patient hostess and an entertaining storyteller. Her voice is as beautiful as it was when I met her and I am content to spend my time listening alternately to arias and They Might Be Giants. Johnny-boy is still on the darker side, but he seems happy with where he is and where he's going, trying to make contacts in the video game design world. Kelsey... man... I haven't seen her in fourteen years, but I can see why I liked her then and I like her now. She's got a keen eye and wit about her that I hope I can say I recognized back in my school days in Thailand. Lastly, there's Ross. Ross, of everyone, I believe has become less settled and secure. I wish I could help him, but the other part of me acknowledges that this is his battle and his demons. He'll come out fine, I'm sure. It's nice, however, to be able to stand on my two feet before these people and say, "I'm happy too. I like who I am, I like who you are, and it's going to be okay."
I come back tomorrow, arriving around four in the afternoon (Justin, can I still count on you for a pick up at the airport? I've also managed to lose your number, as I'm crazy talented when it comes to not storing numbers in my phone like I should). I'm reluctant to leave, but it gets colder each day I'm here and I'm ready to be back in the South where, while getting colder, is still a good ten to fifteen degrees warmer than it is here. I'm glad I made this trip. It always seems to do me so much good.
I have thoroughly enjoyed my trip to Chicago and wish horribly that I wasn't leaving. However, I was talking with Johnny-boy and he asked, "You know, every time you come here, you desperately wish you could stay. You could have stayed here last time-- why didn't you?" I had to remind him that A) the job offer, while attractive, was also phenomenally dull and, B) I'm single. If I'm cold and depressed and alone and getting the urge to stand in front of a train a la Russian novel status, I'd rather be able to think to myself, "You know, it'll warm up in a week". I don't want to think, "Well, it'll warm up in a few months." That's too long. I'm impatient. Emo should not last that long.
I've gotten to see everyone I wanted to see. Most of us are about the same as we were, and that's enjoyable and pleasing-- I like being able to pick up from where I left off and still thoroughly enjoy the company of those people. Claire has been a patient hostess and an entertaining storyteller. Her voice is as beautiful as it was when I met her and I am content to spend my time listening alternately to arias and They Might Be Giants. Johnny-boy is still on the darker side, but he seems happy with where he is and where he's going, trying to make contacts in the video game design world. Kelsey... man... I haven't seen her in fourteen years, but I can see why I liked her then and I like her now. She's got a keen eye and wit about her that I hope I can say I recognized back in my school days in Thailand. Lastly, there's Ross. Ross, of everyone, I believe has become less settled and secure. I wish I could help him, but the other part of me acknowledges that this is his battle and his demons. He'll come out fine, I'm sure. It's nice, however, to be able to stand on my two feet before these people and say, "I'm happy too. I like who I am, I like who you are, and it's going to be okay."
I come back tomorrow, arriving around four in the afternoon (Justin, can I still count on you for a pick up at the airport? I've also managed to lose your number, as I'm crazy talented when it comes to not storing numbers in my phone like I should). I'm reluctant to leave, but it gets colder each day I'm here and I'm ready to be back in the South where, while getting colder, is still a good ten to fifteen degrees warmer than it is here. I'm glad I made this trip. It always seems to do me so much good.