onwards

And just like that, another 365 comes to a close, with my bed scattered with various belongings and clothes that I need to figure out how to shove into two suitcases. I suppose it's kind of odd that I'm ending my daily photo project right before the biggest adventure that I've had thus far, but have no fear, you can follow me on my new blog letters from london town (currently not much on it, and you can ignore the first post- I just needed something to work out all the visual kinks). I'll try and do my best to keep a plethora of interesting photos for you (although it cannot be guaranteed). This little 'ol blog has been with me for awhile, so I'm kind of sad I won't be returning to keep filling it in, but hopefully it will live on like some kind of live journal and fester itself on the internet for years to come. Thanks for keeping up with me, folks. We'll be seeing you.

the brothers besl & the nasty 'nati

This is what they are looking at. I think we managed to name three of the five members.

I really couldn't stand being in Gambier, so I drove down to Cincinnati to visit two of my all-time favorite people, Joe and Michael Besl. We discussed over appropriately priced beers our New Year's plans (Michael is moving to Spain in a few weeks and Joe is possibly going to Georgia [the republic, not the state]). New Years Macedonia?

Then Joe and I did a little urban exploring of the city (Cinci is a lot cooler than I remember it being) and he took me to Spring Grove Cemetery. A true friend. 

derpin'

Instead of, you know, getting ready for the biggest move of my life, I decided to make a Dixon memory book. Better use of my time, I think.

chicago, one last time

goodbye, chicago

I can't believe that almost exactly two years ago, I had packed up everything I had and I moved to Chicago. Now, all my possessions are back in boxes, but I'm taking back to Ohio so much more than what I had; the people and the experiences that have changed my life for the better. I had a little shindig last night and I finally realized how far I had come and how I'm much more of the person that I want to be (and I'm not 100% sure of who that is just yet, I just know that I'm much closer). This week was full of some of the hardest goodbyes I've ever had to endure. Tomorrow will be the worst- with two of my most favorite people and watching the skyline of Chicago slowly shrink into the horizon. We've had our ups and downs, but the Windy City will forever be my home. I'm not sure I'll return when I get back from London, but something tells me that I will.

 

 

graceland, revisited, one last time

lsd