Back from Athens

I'm back home-in Chicago that is. Back from a taste of what life used to be like. The feeling I have is a strange and torn one. I hung out with some great old friends on Friday night and man, do I ever miss them. At the same time though, I'm so glad I'm here. It's a testament to how bad that life was for me. I love those kids, I miss them a ton but I had to leave. On the drive home-that long, dark and lonely drive down 316 I got so much thinking done. It was the first time I had driven in forever- it kind of seemed like the first time I'd been alone with nothing to do but think since I moved. And basically what I thought about was how grateful and thankful I was for everything that had ever happened to me. I did a lot of stupid shit, said a lot of terrible things to a lot of great people and I still had all these friends. I was still alive despite all the stupid shit I had done. Locos taught me a lot about people, relationships, friendships, working hard, everything really. I was just happy and content. For the first time, driving down 316, I wasn't reflecting about how I had fucked up a relationship, or about how I said something really mean to someone, or about how I had done something really stupid-I just drove and was happy with who I was and where I had been. I was happy to have the friends I have in Athens, happy to have the family I had in Atlanta, and happy to have the friends and roommates to go back to in Chicago. Sometimes all we need is a change of scenery. Sometimes happiness isn't something easily articulated or explainable. Sometimes you just have to leave. It has nothing to do with who you're dating, the friends you have, your job, money. You just gotta be happy with yourself. I am, for the first time, alone and happy.
Random Song Quote:
"Through the streets and on your own
Almost lost and almost home"
-Doves, Sulphur Man-random lyrics thing working out pretty well.