This Christmas has shaped up to be something pretty damn wonderful. For the first time in a long while I don't care about presents or the tree or even the food.
I came back from Chicago yearning to see as many of my friends as possible and that's what I did, putting in quality chill time with some A grade folks in an A+ town.
Riding the 6 train felt great.
Sitting at Carlos' with a beer in hand, Bella the puppy in the other felt even better.
Point is, it feels great to be home. Chicago has grown on me and the past few months I have been digging deeper and deeper into that city and I'm liking what I find. Still, coming back and seeing what's good with the city I love the most was much needed.
I might not live as decadently as the Blodgett's but this is the best Christmas I have had in a long while. Not to get sappy or anything, but seeing my pals and my home is the best gift a guy could ask for.
I haven't seen everyone yet, but trust me: I will.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
