Broke into the old apartment

I was driving back from the cities this afternoon, thinking about how lovely the cities are. Sure, there's no lake, people drive like they are running from the law and everything is the same -wood, -dale or -ville, but there's something about it that makes me feel happy and revived.

I lived in the cities for a year back in 1998, just after graduation. My first two weeks there, I had exactly $2.87 for food until a friend figured out that I had no food or money, took me out to dinner, loaded me up with left-overs and slipped me some cash.

While living there, my friend Jules and I went out or did something special every night of the week basically. We would go out to dinner, go to the swanky cheap theater, make fancy meals for dinner parties and generally had a blast.

Yes, there is an ugly flip side to this life, but that's not the back I chose to reminisce about. Sometimes I miss this night life I used to have. Other times, I think "How did I have that much energy?"

It's fun just thinking about it.