on Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I've been living in New York for 549 days, 12 hours, 35 minutes and 9 seconds. I think I would go a little crazy if I didn't leave every once in a while. I knew the time would come when I'd be on the brink of blowing smoke out of my ears and having my head explode if I didn't plan my mini-escape soon.

So with the pup safely boarded with my friends I headed out to the great Midwest, specifically my home state of Wisconsin. It felt good to be back amongst the open space, fresh air, and people that say "hi" to you for no reason but to be nice. It was a short trip, about five days, and I had a lot of ground to cover.

I always make a list of things I have to do when I visit home, and that list always seems to be a little different each time I make it. It usually consists of what some people might see as minimal things, but to me they're the things I haven't seen or done in a number of years. It's a remembrance time for me and often times a little therapeutic, especially this time around because I was about ready to blow my top in the city.