|11:21 am - My world, encapsulated|
I just saw a picture on my digital picture frame of my brother and Nat on Louisville Slugger Field posing and for a second I felt this total heartache and I don't know what I miss more: summer, baseball, Louisville, my brother, or Nat.
Part of me thinks this needs more explanation, but right now I understand it perfectly. Sometimes you have to write just for yourself to capture one moment.
Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Tom Petty "You Got Lucky"
I know the feeling. I can't look at old family photos of my grandparents' generation without getting emotional.
Do I miss Louisville? Yes. But do I really see myself living there long-term anymore? Probably not. I moved to Chicago for a stronger Jewish community and Second City. Finding a wife in Louisville just isn't an option anymore with everyone around may age either dating non-Jews or moving out of the city. Of the ones I know that are engaged, I think only one is engaged to someone Jewish...everyone else is engaged to non-Jews.
And then there's all those state of the Jewish community articles, and that's another rant in itself (the previous paragraph is just one point).
I want summer back...it's way too cold outside.