The suburbs hold nothing for me.
On a happier note: Best Friend has arrived, and The Last Unicorn once again became, "Nanny" Last Unicorn (lil El is darling and they pay me well).
Furthermore I am slowly coming to the important realization that it's okay not to have roots in a town where I don't feel I really belong. I know where my friends are, and when I am ready I will go to them. For now best friend and a few other will lament over how Aurora is a rogue town where both yuppies and gangsters go to spread their bad seed. I feel this idea of isolationism in the transition from a home back to "home" is common among youth. Damn me for wanting to be around people that I feel are going to change the world, or who just plain make me happy. Where are all the champions in Aurora? where.
Ahh they've probably all run off to the big city. Dear me I'm on my way.
Oh one more, I've begun a stunning book that makes me remember why it is important to write: Wittgenstein's Mistress. It is about a woman that may or may not be (is she mad?) the last person on earth. It is dense yes, but intriguing.
P.S. Do I abuse the ellipses?
(photo by the illustrious Ruth Bernhard, check her out)