I miss Chicago

ok so I’ve been in Georgia for about 9 going on 10 months and although I loving being around family and old friends, I MISS CHICAGO. 

My family and old friends have known me most of my life and they continue to think I am still that chick from 2008. Times have changed, I have changed, things happened, life happened. I’m working on being a better me after this chapter of my life. I say this chapter because although I’m through the storm I’m still cleaning up the mess. It seems as though they all expect me to wake up and magically be ok. Well guess what guys I WONT!

My friends in Chicago don’t know 2008 Nikki so they aren’t looking for her return. They know I’m in the midst of a reconstruction to my world and they are there for me. They are willing to hold a nail when I swing. Everyone I met in the past 3 years were put in my life to help guide me through it. I miss just having fun with them. I miss the BBQ’s, the basement parties, the drunken nights at the crib just reflecting on life, I miss the “lets go to the show” or “meet me at the bowling alley”. I miss the I cooked and I got some wine let’s watch Love and Hip hop. It’s like it’s a lets live life place. Where as in Georgia it’s more of a I’m on this trying to come up place. 

I also miss the Chicago culture, it’s so beautiful in such a fucked up time. Yes there is a lot of killings going on but have you ever looked at the lake front when you wake up. I LOVE LOVE LOVE SUMMERTIME CHI! But as much as I hated the winters it was still beautiful looking at the lake front. You’d have to experience it to understand it. 

Anyways, I just needed to get that out. Hey yall. I got a new subject to speak on but that will be some time this week. Love yall.  



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