homesick
I missed something important to me yesterday. The 100 year anniversary of the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake took place and I’m a bit sad that I wasn’t there to partake. I’ve lived in Chicago for 5 years and to be honest, San Francisco still feels like home to me. What’s a boy to do when he can’t, after 5 years of false starts and stops, still not make his new city his home? Do I drop everything and go back?
My time in Chicago hasn’t been all bad. I’ve met some wonderful people and had some fantastic adventures, but all in all, Chicago has been a lonely, difficult transition for me as I’ve written about too many times already and don’t feel like discussing anymore.
Have you ever felt like you’ve had a day where everything goes wrong? Yesterday would be a great example of that. I overslept, I had 2 broken buttons on my dress shirt, a nice big scratch on my dress shoes, the Blanco Mommy Wagon was bombarded by birds the night before, the gas light came on as I was driving to my appointment trying to make it there on time, and the person I was to meet wasn’t even available to see me when I got there 5 minutes before the set time. I was invited to dinner with Tom at my favorite margarita/guacamole place then un-invited for a good reason that was no fault of mine and ended up with a homemade martini and a lukewarm delivered pizza. The martinis I make these days rock if I do say so myself. Practice makes perfect and I’ve had a lot of practice lately.
Unlike video games… there is no restart button, or I’d have been pushing it frantically yesterday.