An afterthought of grapes

“…did I mention how much I’ll miss you?”

Kristine wrote something that made want to make another of my “lists.” When I’m out of this place, there’s so much I WON’T miss, but at the same time, there is an endless barrage of things I will (I’m not talking people here, but places and opportunities and such).

I-House, Palmer Park, the bike trail, my room (I will never have one just like it and…you know, it’s MY room, it’s ME, in paper and paint form), Sentry and Woodman’s, all the Chinese restaurants (especially Cozy Inn), Highway 14 and County Road F, “my aisle” at Blockbuster, Tiger and Shelby and Cleo…

I hate this city. But I’m so attached to it. I grew UP here. I’ve lived in the same house my entire life. How can you hate something like that?

I’m starting learn things. About myself and about other people.

And I’m starting to see that I’ve come to the end of the innocence…