home sweet home
Chicago was a-okay. I'm home now, after getting rained on, jumping in puddles, riding busses and trains, buying records and clothes, chatting, reading books and walking lots. It's nice to be home. I miss Natalie more now than I did before. It's nice to know she's doing okay, it's nice to see that she has her life under control again. It's nice to sit in a room and listen to mini-disks of arab strap and joan of arc and the modern lovers and not say any words at all but know that sharing time is so greatly important to both of us.
Seeing mr. kimmel was also greatly important, because believe it or not, i miss the guy. there's a chance that i'm the only person who does, but really, seeing him was so releaving. i worry about my friends too much.
as much as i like being in chicago and spending time with my friends, i can't wait to sleep in my own bed....and cook some of my own food......and talk to my kitty.