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synapticjava) wrote2007-04-01 04:08 pm
synapticjava) wrote2007-04-01 04:08 pm
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Perfect song
for today. Geesh. I forgot what it can be like out here in the middle of nowhere. There's a storm blowing in, and I can smell it. God, I love this. I'm typing at Frank's computer, looking out his bedroom window and across the unplanted field behind his house - you can see for miles. Every second that I'm here I fall more and more in love with it, settle a little more, and regret going back to the city.
I met Frank for lunch, and even something small and stupid like that was so incredibly nice.
I'm falling here. Chicago's feels like it's a million miles away, a million years ago. I can breathe. All of those stupid petty little things that I think about constantly seem like they're just...gone. After lunch, I said I was going to go wash my car and he asked if I was heading back home afterwards (referring to his house) and without thinking about it I said yeah. Something so encredibly simple, but it means so much.
Just for shits and giggles, I stopped by an open house for a new subdivision on the way back. Just a cute little two bedroom with a nice big yard. Did the tour and everything, and when I asked what payments/mortgage would be, they said it'd be what amounts to $200 less than what I'm paying for my studio in Chicago. Which makes me 1. Ill, and 2. hopeful. How awesome would it be if in less than a year, I owned a house (or more accurately, was paying a bank who owned my house)? Things to think about that don't bring me down or feel impossible.
It's just...nice.
I met Frank for lunch, and even something small and stupid like that was so incredibly nice.
I'm falling here. Chicago's feels like it's a million miles away, a million years ago. I can breathe. All of those stupid petty little things that I think about constantly seem like they're just...gone. After lunch, I said I was going to go wash my car and he asked if I was heading back home afterwards (referring to his house) and without thinking about it I said yeah. Something so encredibly simple, but it means so much.
Just for shits and giggles, I stopped by an open house for a new subdivision on the way back. Just a cute little two bedroom with a nice big yard. Did the tour and everything, and when I asked what payments/mortgage would be, they said it'd be what amounts to $200 less than what I'm paying for my studio in Chicago. Which makes me 1. Ill, and 2. hopeful. How awesome would it be if in less than a year, I owned a house (or more accurately, was paying a bank who owned my house)? Things to think about that don't bring me down or feel impossible.
It's just...nice.
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