Sojourn in the City

I've been doing a lot of travelling in and out of the city lately, and while this lets me get the best of both worlds (downtown 20-something life with clothing swaps, high-rise apartments, dancing, and hilarious conversations at 1am as well as staid suburban life with kitties and a large food budget), it also leaves me feeling a bit rootless. I'm constantly packing and unpacking my bags, constantly forgetting one important item or another -- toothbrush, hairbrush, proper shoes, a jacket... I've also got just enough of the independant city life to chafe at the extreme routine of suburban life. I mean, I would never call myself a wild party girl (my idea of a good Friday night is hot chocolate with Bailey's in it and old episodes of the West Wing), but when the major event of the day is replacing a door handle and the major change of the week is putting the leftover salad in (*gasp*) a different tupperware container than normal, I start to get a bit antsy.

I suppose I'm back to the old balance then -- of being much less of a party person than most of my peers, but much more energetic than my parents. Somewhat at school, but somewhat at work as well. So I'll continue to live with one foot in both worlds, and be thankful that I've found people here who are just as weird as me.