"I'm grateful for the suite...I'm grateful for the mini-bar..."
~ John Cusack, America's Sweethearts
Currently, I am grateful that once a week I get to go home and have dinner with my crazy family. Even if my sisters, like my kitten, Darcy, seem to think that sitting on me is a good way to keep me from leaving.
So many of my peers do not get to see their families on a regular basis. My roomate (we are Roommates For Life, even if we do not technically live together right now) just got back from a long trek to Massachussetts to hang out with her family over the Labor Day Weekend. But mine are right down the road.
I know I keep saying that one day I would like to move into 'the city'. What city, I don't know. New York is fun, but it smells bad. That was the worst thing about this weekend- NYC smelling bad. And the bus back to Baltimore smelling like urine, but I'll blame that on stinky NYC.
I know that it is an independence issue and the desire to experience new things. If I can't experience new things, I will never be a 'real' writer (currently I am just a dabbling writer). But how in the world can I ever leave all that behind?
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nyc doesn't smell! ...except maybe in the summer...and only in very few areas...like chinatown, west 14th street, and parts of times square...and places where homeless people and drunk scenesters pee in the streets (girls included), and of course anywhere that has anything to do with raw fish...but it's a city, and sometimes they smell! you should still give city-life a shot one day ;-)
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