Feels so weird to be home again. I’m surrounded by my stuff but it’s not home anymore is it?  My heart has no home right now.  Space for the physical body is paid up through this month, but after that it’s anyone’s guess where I’ll be going or what I’ll be doing.

I went out to Seattle to scout out the kooky idea of living in a town other than Chicago.  Moving out west isn’t going to work for me though, at least not at this juncture. Just didn’t feel a strong enough connection there, I guess you’d say.  So I reckon I’m staying in Chicago, unless I come up with some other bright idea.  Where will I go though, what will I do?  I’m fairly clueless.  But aren’t we all.