There was a time when pulling into Orange Village, across the brick road patch, filled me with happiness. I wanted to be here, to live here. I had icons about Cleveland and the people I loved here. (I might still. Should probably delete them at this point.) Now it just makes me sad. Too much pain suffered in one place. But at the same time, I've missed my friends so. I'm used to this combination of feelings, I guess, I've been moving around most of my life, but still. Bleh.
We're here til the 9th, so if you want to get together, drop me a line.