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What Is My Baby Doing At 27 Weeks

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27.365; RIP MJ.

27.365; RIP MJ.

Day 27 – June 25th, 2009.

So let it out and let it in ...

Two very important things happened today:
1. Michael Jackson died.
2. I officially graduated high school.
(Which is more important is yet to be determined.)

The whole ceremony thing was equally lame and cheesily sentimental, as was to be expected. Came home with a bunch of paper and pretty plaques and stuff, decided that I was not a huge fan of this whole tassle on the hat thing and had a lovely time with my graduating class as we all looked similiarly stupid in our grad garb. (That's alliteration for ya, thank you grade 9 English.)

I'm just not generally a huge fan of public recognition, so tonight was terribly embarassing. I don't know why I get like that but I hate it when people congratulate me for stuff like this. It's farking high school, I pulled off a great average and was in a lot of clubs, it's not like I saved a baby or gave my lung to a dying person. It's nothing monumental, so no need to make a big deal out of it.

I don't know - to me, it's just high school. It's never been the be all and end all to me that it was to some other people. Maybe I'm jaded. Maybe I'm realistic. Maybe we'll never know.

But is there something wrong with me that I don't think I will miss this at all? High school's been a blast but I'm ready for (hopefully) better things.

Secret 10: Lately, I've realized that there are a whole bunch of people in my life who mean more to me than I do to them.

I'm one of those people that love with their whole heart. When I care about someone, I really care about them. I've never done anything half assed in my entire life, so I guess that's how I am with friendships too. It's just fundamentally who I am. I love with my entire self and being. (Not to sound like some total creeper that thinks she's best friends with strangers on the street or something. It's not like that. Hopefully you understand what I'm attempting to say :P )

As you can imagine, this leads to a lot of let downs. Because there are very few people out there like that. And that's okay. I've accepted the fact that I'm always going to care about people more than they'll care about me -- I take it as my fault rather than theirs. But within the past few weeks, I've come to see that it's happening again. And even those select few people who I thought were different apparently are not. Apparently I'm only good for when they need someone to look after them.

I think that the worst thing is that I'm totally okay with that. With being the whipped friend that bakes you cupcakes when you have a bad day but is totally ignored when you have a good one.

Week 5/52: Sold

Week 5/52: Sold

In 2004 I relocated to Boston for a job. A year and a half after that, I admitted my misery and tried to get back to Chicago.

At the end of this month I will (finally) do just that.

I accepted an offer and close on my condo the 27th of this month. Now that my move to Chicago is a reality with a fast-approaching deadline, I am allowing myself to be a little sad. I'm really going to miss all the friends I've made here, but I know we'll see each other frequently, what with babies being born and weddings in the fall. I'm going to miss my house, especially my yard and deck, and spring planting. I'm going to miss beers with the neighbors, while the four-year-old plays with my dog. Oh! I'm really going to miss my dog walker.

I am going to miss the seasons. All of them, even winter. I've never enjoyed spring and fall as much as I have here. And to get through an entire summer without having to use air conditioning is a luxury I will never have in Chicago. To declare an 18 degree day as the coldest of the year? NEVER IN CHICAGO.

What am I gaining? City life. (God, I miss it.) Good theatre. A new restaurant opening every week. Live music venues, like, everywhere. Jazz bars. Working downtown in a high rise with amazing views. (Never again will I drive 40 minutes to work). Living closer to my family. A diverse population. Lake Michigan. Neighborhood festivals. The dog beach. The Cubs! Bleacher seats at Wrigley field. Humidity in the summer. Below zero temperatures in the winter.

I can't wait.

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