things only IKEA can do to you...

today was the first day i've cried about chicago, and i'm not even there yet. i was overwhelmed by the thought of commiting to a plane ticket, and picturing what is soon to be my apartment empty with the exeption of a mattress and guitar. i feel like my days are becoming a prelude to what they will be. Quiet, somewhat busy, quiet, lonely, quiet. maybe if i knew what i was heading towards it would be easier... but as it is i have no job, no apartment, no church, and three and a half friends (half= baby levi). You weren't kidding about a desert...