
So I got back on tuesday and its been nothing, but running up and down the city. Going home this time REALLY made me realize that it's not my home anymore and that slowly I've begun to hate where I'm from. Everything remains the same or some version of the way it was once. In some ways this is beautiful, in others its depressing. My parent's God bless them have not changed at all and my friends seem to be frozen in their tracks. I feel for them, but in a way know that they'll never understand who I am anymore. The city casts a spell on people. Soon enough you cant bare to be away from it too long. The daily grind, the parties, the people, the feeling of everything in the world coming together in one place is mystifying. My friend Savannah was staying with me for a bit sorting out her apartment drama. It really scares me to think of the arduous task of finding a place once I leave my RA service. The paperwork, the roomates, the crazy formalities, but I still cant wait. Cant wait to truly have a place of my own. Somewhere I can paint, fill with furniture and keep a dog. I don't care what anyone says, I still want a dog. Huge responsibility no doubt, but its something I've never been able to have in my life. It's funny but true what they say that when you stop looking for that special someone, all these people pop out of the blue. I've met a really nice person, but once again distance is the obstacle and in fear of growing too attached I've distanced myself. I've taken the liberty of sharing some of my home with y'all.
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