06/7/2009



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At my parents house it is quiet. Like the kind of quiet where you hear bees buzzing around flowers and the thoughts in your head. I love living in a city. I like seeing tall buildings, hearing the sounds of my neighbors’ voices carrying through the backyard at night, and the knowledge that I could be to a sushi restaurant, an art museum, a theater, a coffee shop, or a concert in under five minutes. But I have to say, spending the last two weekends with that kind of quiet has been nice. Oh, and also, the sunsets aren’t too shabby.

At my parents house it is quiet. Like the kind of quiet where you hear bees buzzing around flowers and the thoughts in your head. I love living in a city. I like seeing tall buildings, hearing the sounds of my neighbors’ voices carrying through the backyard at night, and the knowledge that I could be to a sushi restaurant, an art museum, a theater, a coffee shop, or a concert in under five minutes.

But I have to say, spending the last two weekends with that kind of quiet has been nice. Oh, and also, the sunsets aren’t too shabby.

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