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my darling chicago, it’s not you…it’s me.

so today i suppose it’s official.   i put in my notice at my job, i have two appointments to view my apartment tomorrow, a spending-freeze, box collecting, nostalgia, tears, tears, tears.   honest to god i feel like im going through a break-up.   and how i’m crying as i write this blog you’d think i was watching The Voice or The Biggest Loser or something…

starting tomorrow i have one month left in the city that will change my life forever, and so many fucking amazing people that will change my life forever.      in a month i leave my family in chicago to return to my family family….(until i most likely accumulate an suv, more studio junk and a dog, then head to the mountains)

words cannot express the gratitude i feel for my experience here.   i could just burst.   so chicago friends, you know i am annoyingly passionate.  if i hug you and tell you how much i love you, go with it. :)    lets drink some bourbon and be merry.    

but its not just sad, i am SO HAPPY, cause if you know me, you know my family is my favorite thing in the entire world.    and i cant wait to be around them on a regular basis.  they are my very very best friends, and i just long to be near them again on a regular basis.     

so, chicago, its been a whirlwind.  it’s not goodbye, but see ya later.    let’s make some more memories i wont be able to tell my kids in the next 4 weeks.  muah!  

my darling chicago, it’s not you…it’s me.

so today i suppose it’s official.   i put in my notice at my job, i have two appointments to view my apartment tomorrow, a spending-freeze, box collecting, nostalgia, tears, tears, tears.   honest to god i feel like im going through a break-up.   and how i’m crying as i write this blog you’d think i was watching The Voice or The Biggest Loser or something…

starting tomorrow i have one month left in the city that will change my life forever, and so many fucking amazing people that will change my life forever.      in a month i leave my family in chicago to return to my family family….(until i most likely accumulate an suv, more studio junk and a dog, then head to the mountains)

words cannot express the gratitude i feel for my experience here.   i could just burst.   so chicago friends, you know i am annoyingly passionate.  if i hug you and tell you how much i love you, go with it. :)    lets drink some bourbon and be merry.    

but its not just sad, i am SO HAPPY, cause if you know me, you know my family is my favorite thing in the entire world.    and i cant wait to be around them on a regular basis.  they are my very very best friends, and i just long to be near them again on a regular basis.     

so, chicago, its been a whirlwind.  it’s not goodbye, but see ya later.    let’s make some more memories i wont be able to tell my kids in the next 4 weeks.  muah!  

the service industry really really makes you appreciate a friday night at home. drinking wine, listening to music (maybe smoking a cigarette, sorry, mom) on my back “porch”. I’ve grown a bit tired of the city recently, but tonight I’ve appreciated it again. in the building in my view I see a couple having dinner, I can hear her laughing, it’s not creepy, it’s the city. I feel like my foot is maybe out the door here, but I’ll appreciate every minute till my new adventure.

angus no likey my zombie movies

angus no likey my zombie movies

I just set my coffee timer to have the coffee made when I wake up, set my alarm to let me know “coffee is ready” when I wake up my coffee has been made, I’m confused.

attitude of gratitude.
i am so grateful to be able to wake up and do what i love.
John S Lens, Ina’s 1969 Film, No Flash, Taken with Hipstamatic

attitude of gratitude.

i am so grateful to be able to wake up and do what i love.

John S Lens, Ina’s 1969 Film, No Flash, Taken with Hipstamatic

it is seriously a shame I work nights so im never home to see the natural light in my apartment as the sun goes down. it’s perfect

never been a real smoker… but a glass of red wine and a cigarette, post-storm, by myself late at night when the city is so quite…..perfect.  I could sit here all night.

never been a real smoker… but a glass of red wine and a cigarette, post-storm, by myself late at night when the city is so quite…..perfect. I could sit here all night.

a. familure faces.  b. i listen to their music as i paint sometimes.   c.  my ears are ringing.   d. hell yes lo pan

a. familure faces. b. i listen to their music as i paint sometimes. c. my ears are ringing. d. hell yes lo pan