An ode to the Biggest Little City

I should be heading back to Reno today.
For five years I capped my summers by making the drive home to give myself a week to relax before the beginning of school.
Right about now I should be cruising up Virginia Street past the U, feeling the energy in the year of a new carefree school year and preparing to drink my ass off.
I wish I were heading back to Reno, and I'm sad that I'm not.
Turns out that graduating thing sort of prohibits it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm excited for Miami. It's just that a big part of me wishes college weren't over.
Most of my friends are already gone, but a few of my absolutely favorite people are still in Reno. I think I'll miss spending time with them more than anything else.
At the very least, I think my head is in the right place for Miami.
As much as I love Reno, there's nothing there for me. If I want to write, it's time to move on and find a new home.
I'd sort of lost my edge over the last few months, but it's back now.
It doesn't matter whether I'm writing sports or features or fiction, I want to be the best.
Now I'm ready to go to the Herald and do what I do.
Still, even as I chill in the office and watch the boats pass by on the Bay of Biscayne or as I listen to the tide roll in as I read on South Beach, a big part of me will yearn to be in Reno.

Other shit:
-My family keeps raving about the new haircut. I also know that it looks like crap. Translation: "Garrett, keep your short."

Sorry fam, the mop is coming back as fast as I can grow it out.

-Little Miss Sunshine is hilarious. I think it's one of my favorite movies.

-I'm reading Catch-22 and Confederacy of Dunces at the moment, but my next priority is His Dark Materials. If anybody wants to loan me a copy while I'm in Miami, contact me.