In 5 days, I will be moving back home.
To Chicago.
I have always heard that “home is where you make it.”
While I met wonderful people who have become the kind of friends I will keep for a lifetime (CM, JL, PG, amongst others, I’m looking at you!) I have to admit, I was ADMIMANT at not letting myself like Atlanta.
I was angry, annoyed* and, well, SWEATY. What the hell is up with southern summers anyway? I’m shvitzing over here!
Curly hair + humidity = big scary mess.
Combination skin +southern summer = oily mess
Big scary mess + oily mess = ugh.
I think I willed the gods to move me back to Chicago in 6 months flat.
The movers were here today and in five hours, 4 people packed everything in my 1 bedroom house and had it ALL in the truck.
Let me tell you, I am freaking impressed.
The cat was locked in the bathroom/bedroom/bathroom again and was NONE TO PLEASED to not be the center of attention.
I am currently all fat-n-happy after a nice Moe’s J.C. combo, and going through some major Tivo withdrawal as all the cords are packed away.
I am totally craving fruit, which means I am eating Waaaaaaay too much crap. That’s a good thing, as I need to be craving good things.
I am off to the store to buy bottled water and and some fruit, oh- and some floss.
*Short reason why I was annoyed- my organization made me move for a new job/promotion- a writing gig- that I could have done from anywhere.
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