I'm sitting in a room that isn't mine while a lizard glares angrily at me from a half-set-up vivarium. I have one suitcase open; in it is one change of clothes for tomorrow, a blanket, a stuffed dragon, my toothbrush- the bare minimum I need to get by. I'm about to leave- for the second time- the city I love. But when I left it the first time, eighteen years ago, I was a child and confused about what was happening to me. This time, I know. But there's sweetness here- I also know that I will return.
I always knew I'd come back to Chicago. I spent the past three months here, learning who I was and what made me happy. I figure nobody even looks at this any more and that nobody but me even cared, but that Neverwhere post isn't gonna happen. Dredges up too many bad feelings about what began to happen while I was writing it. I left a lot of things in Jasper, mostly feelings that I don't really want back. But as far as I'm concerned, it's all water under the bridge now. I just had the best summer of my entire life and if I have my way, it's going to essentially be my future, too.
Anyways, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm gonna start writing again and tell you EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW about antelope teeth.
EVERYTHING.
