Back To Athens

This weekend, I return to Georgia for the first time since I moved in August. I really feel like there's some people there that I should see because I have a feeling I'm not gonna make it back anytime soon, if ever again. It's tough. I've grown to love this city and my friends here so much that the draw of Athens isn't there like it used to be. I remember staying at my parents house for a couple days at a time and going so stir crazy-I couldn't wait to get back to the Classis City. Now though, I feel like I have so much here. I've got school and finals hanging over me. I've got some great friends, I've got some prospects. It's going to be really hard going back. I don't know if I want to tell my friends back home that I'm happier now than I've ever been in my entire life. I've never been the kind of guy to brag about my own happiness-whether this is because I've never really been that happy, I don't know. Chicago is home. The midwestern twang is growing on me. I love the hustle and bustle. I love the loop during the rush hours. Something about such productivity, such commerce, life moving so quickly by 8 am is amazing. I've only known the kids in my section for a few weeks but it already seems like I have a good number of great friends. I have made a lot of decisions in my life. Coming to Chicago might be my best.
That being said, I can't wait to drive again-316 has never sounded so promising. I can't wait to see the country again. I can't wait to eat Locos wings. I can't wait to see my friends. Hell, I almost feel like closing the kitchen tommorrow just for the hell of it. The smell of Locos that I used to hate at 9am walking in there hungover-oh it's gonna smell good for a change. Hopefully we can just fall into old times-that's all I really want-well minus the drama. Should be interesting.
Lyrics of the Day (I'm going to hit random and type some lyrics from whatever Itunes comes up with):
"And there’s nothing quite like the blinding light when that curtain’s cast aside, and no attempt is made to explain away the things that really, really, really are behind."
-The least dramatic lyrics of Okkervil River's disturbing song For Real. Fucking great song though.