Went to church today for the first time in almost a year. Not a bad time of it, really: everyone seemed nice, the message jibed with what I believe, it felt awesome to be in church, studying, again. But it also made me really, really lonely for my old church.

I kept looking around at all the unfamiliar faces and thinking about all the ones I *would* know if I were still in Chicago. I've sort of missed those faces over the past year, but it wasn't until I was in the right place with the wrong people...or the wrong place with the wrong people...that I felt it. It's like getting used to living in Texas all over again.

Blah. Living somewhere for 16 years makes it bloody impossible to live anywhere else.

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