A time to...

With this move has come a need to rearrange, redo, recharge, rejuvenate, restore and on and on and on. Below are a few of my inspirations for the time to come.

Bug Bites and Champagne

And I have made it to Texas. A month in finds me with a leg full of bug bites , a few pounds lost in sweat, a few more gained in wine and Shiner Bock, a drive or two tucked under my belt and still no job. Life could be worse. I went for a week or two thinking that I was a worthless human being because I didn't have a job and then I realized that I finally have gotten away from what made me unhappy for the past 4 years. Yes, I'm B-R-O-K-E and yes, I can't afford the fancy dinners and salon visits that made up the last few years of Chicago, but shit, I can play in my yard whenever I want and I can decide that swimming at 2pm on a sunny afternoon is the BEST IDEA KNOWN TO MAN. I can also do what I want, because I can. This move was a good idea.

All of my love to my Chicago loves. I miss you all more than words.