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I created this blog because the road-trippers made one. I want to feel connected to them, my friends, as well as the other people I've had to leave behind since graduating and leaving the city. I respect everyone who is good at staying in touch via phone, but I'm not so using something like this is probably a good idea.

Today I went on Audrey's boat in Batsto for labor day. We talked about how we were doing the exact same thing on labor day nine years ago; swimming in the muddy, cedar water with nooldles while Dick drank beers at the wheel (safe, right?). Then, like magic, "Tearin' Up My Heart" by N*Sync came on the radio, and it would have been a picture-perfect recreation if Audrey's hair were red and not dyed pepto-pink.

Now, since you all are gone, I'm feeling my own cross-country departure creeping up faster than ever. It's scary, but my new freelance writing jobs will be a nice distraction from thinking about change. I love writing, I love editing, I love journalism; but have always lacked a certain degree of self-discipline when it comes to making my own hours and working without deadlines. Let's see how I do.

Friends, I hope Chicago is great. Eat some deep-dish.