it's been a weird few months. my uncle passed away on friday. he practically raised me. I should have been there. but I wasn't.

I'm moving back to Las Vegas this January. I can't take the rain anymore. I can't take this unending bullshit with my stepdad's family up here. I'm tired of being too far away to be there for the people I care about.

This means giving up the Haunt. Giving up my ducklings. Giving up some friends. I'm going to have to start over. And it's fucking terrifying. But I think I can do it. I need a change.

Nostalgia keeps kicking me in the ass. I'll listen to music on the trains and think of a tiny girl drifting cars in the Chicago streets. Funny how that happens.