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Quick Chicago Trip Wrap-Up

Our trip to Chicago was successful. We split an AirBnB with my friend Glen and his wife. We stayed in an area close to the Empty Bottle, since the show we were going to was there on Friday night. We also went to a bigger festival that Saturday night, after a great breakfast, and then a lot of record stores, music stores, and a bit of photography. Our roomies were a lot of fun, and the shows were great. I'm glad we could figure out a trip out of Ohio. And it always rules to be able to see The Hold Steady two nights in a row.

I also got to see two incredible malls. On the way home from Chicago, I was able to stop at Concord Mall in Elkhart, IN. The mall is notable for two things: the incredible closed Carson's wing, with all the wood paneling and dark colors, and for it being the mall of my longtime friend, Absurdist Writer and Lunchables Connoisseur, Jon Konrath.
It was cool to be inside of a mall that was so significant to someone that I know. I got a bunch of photos, and will update more soon. I'm working on separate mall posts, because I have too many great shots from Cincinnati that need to be posted.

Being home since the trip has been tough. I am pressing myself to get out of the house more and take more photos, but I feel like I need to see more new things. Seeing two new dead malls and the other ephemera I love (old signs, old neon) just make my mind go more into overdrive than it does on its own. I want to go back to Vegas.

On a personal note, I just upped my dose of Effexor, and I'm not sure whether I like how it has made me feel today I feel almost too on top of things. It doesn't feel natural. So, i'm going to give it a week, and see how i'm feeling. My psychiatrist is really the only doctor's appointment that I have been keeping regularly. It's crazy how much I had to do in order to get ready for surgery, as well as all the therapy I was doing. And now I'm just slowly learning how to apply everything that I learned in therapy to my daily life. I'm still struggling. I'm still sad most every day. But overall, I know that my depression is separate from everything else. It's a thing that is chemical, and is always going to be there. So I'm able to be happy and still be depressed. I always thought it was one or another, and thank god it's not.

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