Change?

I spent the weekend in a whirlwind of events, hoping from place to place in the city, meeting strange people, live music that always varied and a feeling that I hadn't had in awhile - full on fun. I'm starting to get more comfortable since I've gotten home, putting myself out there and meeting people - calling friends who were normally acquaintances and putting forth the solid effort to leave my comfort zone and take the risk of new friendships. I realized that I have a lot of good people in my life, but wasn't putting forth the full effort in shaping just how good those people could be for me. Not only good for me, but hopefully good for them as well.

It's been almost month now since I have been in my place and when I get home, I'm home. Before, I still felt like I was out of place and couldn't even put my shoes by the door without feeling strange. My bed is a constant comfort when it comes time at night, and I am reminded of how much I missed it when my head goes down on one of five pillows. This, does not loose its flavor. The sunsets are a constant joy, every night different colors ranging from deep reds, oranges and blues to some nights fading to a pale pink as the sun dips below the West side of Chicago. After getting home from work, I make a point to sit and watch it set and only then does my day feel complete.

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