Coming back to Chicago from Lexington is always so hard. I like Chicago and miss the people here when I am away, but the total 2 week dive into all the comforts of HOME, from people to food to parking lots for shopping to people willing to hold the door for you... every time I say I won't cry, and every time I do. I don't know when my journey will return me to Lexington or Kentucky again, but I do know that our paths - mine and Kentucky's as my home - are forever intertwined. Upon driving home on Sunday, I had a ton of work to do for school in the morning, but I still picked up my guitar, which I am learning (slowly) and played for just a moment... played for me, and for what I had just left behind and for the comfort of knowing that the odds were pretty good that someone I love was playing too, only 600 miles away.
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