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[02 Feb 2009|12:41pm] |
I grew up in Chicago. Wasn't my favorite city in the world, but it was the only one I truly knew. Not to mention, my parents were there, so where else was I to go?
High school was a lot of climbing out of bedroom windows to stay out past curfew. A lot of skipping school to hide out at the diner, drink coffee, and smoke cigarettes because it was the cool thing to do. A lot of ups and downs. And a lot of experiences neccessary to adolesence. But times do change and I quit smoking and hate coffee. Go figure.
After I turned 18, I did a little traveling - mostly for concerts. I never really strayed too far from home, though. I didn't go to college, so I spent the majority of my time working and playing guitar, which was part of working anyway. And for 4 years after, I sold and fixed guitars in a general music warehouse. After a while, I started to give lessons and that paid what little bills I had and let me save up for all my concert trips and to what brings me to New York today.
I've been here once or twice for concerts and I've always liked it. I never thought to move out here until my sister got accepted to college. She used her little sister ways and here I am with an apartment in the City with my little sister. That eased my parents' minds, knowing that their little girl was safe so far away from home. Unfortunately, we spend mostly every weekend partying and getting drunk. She's been using a fake ID for years.
My family is close, though. Even though we keep tidbits like drinking habits in the dark from our parents. Riley and I go back home every holiday and we've even had our parents out here for a weekend or two. Before we moved, we always had dinner together, always had something to talk about, and actually enjoyed doing things together. Riley and I moving 800 miles away was a surprise, but we don't regret it.
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