Home Sweet Home

On Friday, October 3rd, I went home.

Home to me is Brooklyn, NY. However, home has taken on a double meaning. It also means Chicago. I flew into LaGuardia Airport and NY felt like what Chicago felt like to me when I lived in Brooklyn. Roles have not only overlapped, but reversed as well. Strange.

After a few minutes of analyzing this, I was back to normal (never been good at adjustments). Now, the reason I was home was to celebrate my dad's 60th birthday. We had a nice party for him at the house and I was again flooded by the feeling of "man, I have sooo many great friends in NY! I miss seeing them all the time!" We had a blast! My dad's party was open to everyone so my friends were able to come and boy oh boy did we make a night of it. If you recall, my pre-Chicago posts are all about my friends.

If you take nothing from this, just remember to always have a great core group of friends.

As you can see, there isn't really much to this post, but to say to my friends: I love you guys.

Thanks for making home feel like home.

BK fo' life :0)