the days in St. Louis are numbered...
For the past couple of weeks, all I have been doing is painting, cleaning, moving, and packing something or other. It's hard to believe that I'll be moving back home to Chicago. It's funny how I chose to use the word home. Home can be defied many ways. In the Christian arena, people say ,"Home is where the heart is." Home is also a sanctuary, a dwelling place where people reside to get away from life outside in the real world or to enjoy the family that God has provided them. Home is where you feel safe. Where you can walk around naked or take a crap comfortably or listen/watch anything you want.

Anyways, I don't know if Chicago or St. Louis is really a home to me. I dont know if I'm going to miss St. Louis. And I'm not too excited about going back to Chicago either. Well, at least I'm not now. I've just been a drifter for a number of years now. Troubling I see in the rear view mirror.

Why did I come here again? Oh yes, I remember. And that is no more. However, I did get to meet really interesting people and find a job that I enjoy.

Well...life goes on.

God, I'm ready to wake up now.