i haven't written in 16 days because i've been busy. and happy, i guess. i find myself smiling, not at inappropriate times, but when i least expect to. like waiting for the train. or walking down the freezing chicago streets at 6pm.

things just seem different, and i can't explain why or how. maybe its the art thing. i still haven't sold anything, but that is beside the point.

i am leaving for "home" in about 4 hours. it will be good to see mom dad and sister. but i might just miss my real home- chicago. i don't know why i'll miss it. i haven't been out and about on the town really. i haven't been hanging out with anyone in a consistent pattern. and the roomies of course are pissing me off. maybe i'll miss work and all the business (and busyness) i've been up to. who knows.

i just hope this feeling doesn't go away. because for the first time in quite awhile, it feels good to be me.