Once again I find that the only thing you can really count on is change and your best friend's parents. It is true that Jay and I have been terribly lucky this past year but in the same breath I must declare that we have also been terribly unlucky.

I have returned to a place where I did some serious growing up. My early 20's belong to the streets and clubs of Chicago. Hard lessons, fun times and strange boyfriends.

I find myself torn on how I feel about returning. The circumstances are certainly poor, the current situation is worse but the potential is promising. Its strange to look out and notice the little changes in the neighborhoods and city blocks, its like checking out an old friend that you haven't seen in years. A friend you left behind in order to grow in a different direction. I'm not sure if I want to shake hands, hug or run from this city.