I miss Chicago.
I miss my classes.
I miss my classmates.
I miss staring into peoples eyes.
I miss being completely vulnerable.
I miss my teachers.
I miss being challenged.
I miss moments of silence.
I miss seeing shows.
I miss reading books on a train.
I miss walking home late at night.
I miss seeing lightening bugs.
I miss crying on the trains and seeing peoples reactions.
I miss feeling like I'm home.
It's funny. I've been to big cities. Berlin, New York City, L.A., Las Vegas, and I always enjoyed coming home. Always. I thought I wasn't a city girl.
Then I went to Chicago.
And everything I thought, was wrong. I really feel like it was home. I keep finding myself with tears in my eyes.
I want to be home.
I want to pursue my dreams. Theater is always a dream I suppressed because it wasn't practical. But now, I don't really care. It's what I want to do. I am going to do it.
Do it. If you have found what you love, then you have no reason not to do it. I have a friend who loves it and waits 1.5 jobs to pay the bills in NYC so she can be a chorus girl and live her dream. If you want to do it, you'll find a way.
ReplyDeleteLive you dream so you can look back and have loved your life.