I am patiently waiting for fall to hit. It is almost here. I miss layers and boots. Lately I have been getting a little home sick and I think it has to do with me missing seasons. It just goes from hot to cold here in days, without much of a transition.
I swore I wouldn't travel back to Chicago
anytime soon because I am traveling to other cities in between. Every
year I say I won't go, then I go, and then refuse to leave. It's like a
horrible relationship that I never want to give up. The type of
relationship that you just hang onto and make excuses for.