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Name: tiffany
Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States
Birthday: 7/28/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: DB8, Writing, Introspection, Listening to Music, Reading, Life....
Expertise: Inadequacy
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  nyela54
Member Since:
6/17/2004
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| Dear America,
ARIELL ROGERS IS A FUCKING ASSHOLE. HE IS LONELY EMPTY AND SHADY MAN!
Please get him help.
~tiffany | | |
| Damn!
This goodbye shit is harder than I thought it would be but alas it is done.
I have said my goodbye's.
I have packed my bags.
I have cried far more than I should have
And in 8 hours I will be closing one chapter of my life to start another.
To all those I know,
to all those I don't,
peace out
~tiffany
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| SO ENOUGH WITH THE DRAMA THAT FILLED THE PREVIOUS POST. HERE IS SOME MELODRAMA FOR YOUR TASTING.
CHICAGO, A GOODBYE
So I officially have one week left until I embark on this noble experiment called college. I have the usual fluster of emotions (excitement, apprehension, curiousity, etc). But the closer itt gets the more real everything becomes.
I AM LEAVING CHICAGO.
And, while I will probably be back to visit on Holidays. I don't think I will ever be LIVING in Chicago, again. I know a lot of my friends LOVE Chicago and wantt to move back in thier adulthood, but i dont see myself doing that. There is too much of this world that I haven't seen. So that means that when i get in that plane a week from now, I will not only be leaving behind Chicago, I WILL BE LEAVING BEHING THE ONLY HOME I HAVE EVER KNOWN WITH THE KNOWLEDGE IN MY HEART THAT IT WILL NEVER BE HOME AGAIN.
It is a scary thought. But it also means that I will be about to make this tremendous change. I will be set with the task of finding my own space, creating my own home.
So I thought it would be fittting to do a Goodbye to Chicago:
Goodbye CTA.. I will miss riding you with my friends, talking loudly, laughing heartily, trying ever so desperately to ignore the man that wreaks of liquor and is asking us for change. I will miss riding you alone. Getting lost in the city's landscape as it flies by me. I will miss reading poetry on the Blue Line as I try to hold back tears. You have taken me to edge of the city and back again. You have taught me the art of suvival and independance.
Goodbye Westside. You have been so good to me. I grew up with you, and for a long time you were all I knew of this city, and i was satisfied. I will miss your street venders, your parades, your restaurants with their 3pc and a side of Fries. Even after venturing beyond your limits, even after seeing Downtown, the Northside, the Southside, Hyde Park, Beverly, AND all of the surrounding suburbs, I still love you the best (and I always willl). But please be kind to those I leave behind.
Goodbye Lake Michigan. I never knew what it was to taste the salt of an ocean breeze and I have not suffered for the lacking. You have given me lake effect snow, and taught me the TRUE meaning of wind chill. I have stood on your banks, looked out, and seen nothing but the limitlessness of my future stretched before me. I have sailed upon you and seen Chicago's beauty from afar. To borrow a phrase from Langston Hughes I've known this lake ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins, and my soul has grown deep like that lake.
Goodbye Skyline. You have always made me proud to say that I am from Chicago, because you are what makes our city spectacular. You are what makes Chicago incredible. Your beauty and design can be found nowhere else. You have acted as my beacon, forever guiding me home. You are the first thing I look for when I return and you are the lasting image I take with me whenever and whereever I go.
Goodbye Whitney Young. While you may not be a central aspect to THE city of Chicago, you are a central aspect to MY Chicago. You have thought me a lesson not soon to be forgetten; I CAN ONLY BE ME AND THAT IS MORE THAN ENOUGH. And athough your tutelage was, at times, cruel, the lesson was well learned. You have also given me the incredible gift of my friends. A group of people who have helped me to grow, learn, and love more than they will ever know. I will miss walking through your halls, complaining about your seeming disarray, and most of all, I will miss hanging in and out of you after school, because this was, after all, where I (and many of my peers) recieved our true education.
So as I sit here typing this overly sentimental, melodramatic farewell, it goes without saying that I am overcome with a sense of sadness at my leaving, but there also a sense of hope in the fact that you will always be here. I will leave, change, come back, leave again, change some more and possibly return again only to leave once more, but through it all you will forever be CHICAGO.
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| One of my best friends is leaving in the morning and his absense has already hit me in a way that I didn't know it could.
bye
mike | | |
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