noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

I miss Chicago. I miss the peeps from the department, my roommates, the I-House crew. I miss Hyde Park (I don't miss the snow, because yes, we happen to have that here too now, and it's messing with 'the system' in Belgium big time). I miss being able to have fried chicken, even though I only ate it once there. I miss talking English all the time and I hate people making fun of me for subconsciously slipping English words in my stories when I'm telling them about 'my' city. I even miss the banging (!) sound of the radiator in my apt at the times it was actually working and the annoying drip of the bathroom tap. Or Petey's alarm clock tune that kept going off. Yes, even all those kind of irritating things. I'm definitely Chi-sick.

I just realized I'm home. I just realized I felt much more at home in Chi-town, though. At least for now. I started crying. I have been brave and strong up to now, but I cracked. Better go to bed...