graceland

damn it, janet

these days

Phew. It has been quite a week. Mostly an emotional roller coaster. I've gone from extreme happiness to the other end of the spectrum and back again; missing friends, having these stupid body issues despite the fact that I am almost 60 pounds lighter, missing New York on Halloween weekend, the fact that my dog has been diagnosed with cancer and has had some major surgery, my first day of work, the trauma that was the Project Runway finale, drunkenly singing along to Glee's Rocky Horror, and hour long and much needed video chats (who else wants to participate?). But you know what, it's Halloween, damn it. And I'm going to have FUN.

134 - lasalle express

bed bug

One day of work was just too much for me. This is where I'm spending the day. It's too windy outside anyway.

weather woes

lost thing

The other day, someone asked me what my life goals are. I was completely caught off guard, because in all honesty, no one has ever asked. The only thing that came to mind was my idea of finding home. It's no secret that this is something I think about/talk about often, but I think it's gotten to the point where I'm obsessed with it. I might just be defective.

I've always put an emphasis on where I should belong, when really, it should be a question of who I want to be with. Sure, any place where you put your stuff can feel like home, but recently I've come to the conclusion that home is where the people you love are. I wish I could split myself up and be in three different places right now. I've been spending so much time with friends lately, that for really the first time ever, I couldn't stand going to bed alone last night. I literally cried myself to sleep to the sounds of a thunderstorm, wishing my friends were right there with me. I wish I had one of those beds that you see in Dr. Suess books where 20 people all fit perfectly. Then I could wake up to all of your smiling faces, because the pictures on the wall aren't doing the trick.

So, for those of you who have made it this far, I should say this, because I feel like we never hear it enough: I miss you, and I love you. And I hope to be home with you someday.

the great lake state

Jazz at night, blues in the morning.

vacation

See yah, Illinois.

the lemon of pink

shopping spree

field museum

apartment dwelling

ohio

It's always good to be home.

the faces of 111 s. michigan ave.