and from many years later

so about the previous post. I'm still dating that dude that I was waiting for his emails. We've been dating for 4 years and I still like him. To me, that's amazing. I'm still searching for myself. I'm still growing in my art and skills, baby tiny steps, but I'm still going. I just recently completed a massive roadtrip. Roadtrip 2011 consisted of: Pittsburgh to watch my baby brother graduate from Carnige Melon University. Manassas, VA because my man is a huge Civil War geek. Baltimore, MD because I really wanted to see a couple of old friends that knew me when I was me (not this somewhat tainted me now). Hershey, PA because its a land of chocolate - come on, who wouldn't want to visit a land of chocolate with roller coasters. Williamsport, PA, just because but stayed in our first bed and breakfast, but we missed the breakfast, but enjoyed the bed. Niagara Falls, Ontario because its on my list of places I want to see before I kick it. It is what all the Hollywood stories say it is. It's powerful in more ways than one. Buffalo, NY because I wanted to taste the birthplace of buffalo wings. Sandusky, OH because originally I wanted to go to the capital of roller coasters, but due to weather, we went to Cheesehaven instead. Blue Cheese & Horseradish cheese dip. Then we reached back home to Chicago. It felt good to get out, but it felt great to be back home. I'm actually tired of wet. Rain/Hail storm/thunder is not a fun thing to ride in in the middle of the night as well as on your journey. I enjoy being in a city where I can walk to get to places. No need for a car...only for the big things.

hate the beginnings

so i'm beginning to write a correspondence to this boy, who we've been having a great witty fun time writing back and forth. getting to know each other. quirks and whatnot. and i look forward to the emails. but i wait. and sit. for that email. i hate that i'm waiting. i know that i will feel better if i received his email. an email that doesn't come when i thought i could depend upon it. i hate that feeling. i need to force myself to get out there and not wait. i hate waiting. patience. i always say to my fellow friends. maybe they have something else to do that needed their attention first. its just nice to get that certain attention first. you're first on someone's list. i just want to be first. boo.