Oh my

It's September. One month closer to my trip to Germany, my trip to Oregon to meet my Aunt, and one month closer for him to come back.
His name is Kevin, if I haven't mentioned that in any of the other posts about him. I might have. But I'm not totally sure on that one.
He's coming back in November for some corps thing. Not totally sure, but it's beside the point. He's coming back for a week. But then leaving again for too many months, then coming back again for whatever reason.
That's the way Dubuque works. People leave here all the time, but they always come back. You feel like you have to. Sure this city is filled with oddballs, scumbags, and douches, but it's still home. There isn't a lot to do, but that's what friends are for. We aren't known for anything really, and we don't need to be. We're a city, a town, and a community. The people here don't always get along, but at the end of the day we all share the same common ground. Dubuque is our home. Yeah it's lame, but it's home.

Home is more important than anything. If you don't have a home what do you have? Home isn't a building, home is where ever you're comfortable and you're surrounded by people that you love. It doesn't matter how many people that is, what matters is that there are people out there that love you for you.
I'm tired of people telling me they don't like themselves. You are never going to be 100% happy with yourself. That's just the plain truth. That's life. Just shut up. Unless you really want me to sit here and tell you everything I don't like about you, shut up.

And that's that.
Shalom <3