...Off My Chest

Before I go to bed, I figure I'll get this off my chest. I feel terrible. While there are a variety of reasons why, the main reason is that I can't be home with my girlfriend when (I think) she really needs me. If ever there was a time to just be together, now is it. I'm not however; I'm in Chicago with my parents until the 31st.

We went to the Field Museum today, perhaps one of the most impressive natural history museums in the world. Despite there being a lot of information to digest, I often found myself thinking how much better it would be if Jamie was here, and not so far away, or if I was there (makes no difference to me, but I think she would have liked the museum). Instead she's dealing with an unfortunate tragedy, without her boyfriend.

Oh, did I mention I'm going to miss her birthday? Yeah, I'm sure that's a real slap in the face.

So long as I'm out here and she's back there, I'll be miserable, but I think in some small way I am okay with the melancholy, because maybe it's evidence that I'm not a compassionless asshole, and that maybe somewhere in this frame I do have a soul.

I'll be home as soon as I can be.