I used to think the factory on 95, heading toward Philadelphia, was beautiful. The way the lights and smoke looked at night mesmerized me. Now when I drive past, it only reeks of acetone. It stings my nostrils, forcing me to hold my breath. It's not beautiful anymore. It's ugly. I'm going to start writing in my tangible journal again. I've missed it.

I'm going to Rome with Bryan from December 3rd to the 9th. we got flight vouchers from my step mom, so the airfare is totally free. It was just a scramble to find open flights. so, Rome. Why not? I'm excited.