I still looooooove coming home to Chicago. I really do. The skyscrapers bear my name and lift me above them and I soar. The lakefront and its chilly air ruffle through my hair and make me shiver in that way that I love. The carillon in Naperville has concerts every Tuesday night, as I learned last year with Kit, and I want to try to go to that a lot this summer. My family holds new meaning to me every time I return to be with them, and within their loving embrace I find a love I could never know elsewhere. They don't judge me and accept me as an entire whole. Every flaw, every quirk, they love it and bring out the best (and worst ^^; haha) in me. They complete me.
And, of course, this summer will be fun cos the Blackhawk fever will be raging in all its glory...
At the same time, I will still long for Provo, as much as I hate admitting I belong to it. The social outlet is more than I've ever experienced, and let's face it. I have waaaay more potential in Provo than I do anywhere else in the world :P. Provo doesn't have a lot to offer, but what it does is pretty exceptional.
So, as is with every year, going home is intensely bittersweet.
2 months should be bearable, right?
