Yesterday, I walked out the back door of my new apartment building and into a parade. My building is smack dab in the middle of gay heaven. When I say that, I mean that it's in the center of a slew of gay bars, gay sandwich shops, and gays. My roommate and I were trying to get our internet set up at our house, and instead, we decided to get some greasy fast food a block away. Instead, we found thousands of people walking down the road, complete with signs and golden retrievers:
This is where I live now!
It's pretty exciting that I moved out of my parents' house for the second time and into a major city. I live about six blocks from the state capitol, and it hit me the other day that I've never really lived in a big city. I find this strange, since I really love cities, and since I've visited quite a few. But to live in the heart of the city is really different than living in a suburb... Toto can attest to this, since he's still not really sure what to do when he hears cars rushing past my window or when he has to pee on the sidewalk.
