Dear K,

I'm fairly certain this is the most I've ever written you without being answered back. Don't feel bad. We're writing these letters to each other for the long haul. A little blip like this isn't going to mean anything forty years from now.

Anyways, I'm leaving Chicago and heading back to Des Moines. I got laid off at the start of November and I've been living off of my savings since. Unemployment is about to kick in, but that's not going to be enough to pay my rent and eat, let alone keep the power and internet on in my apartment.

Also I miss my friends.

I miss my little city.

I don't think I need to struggle and strive here. I can do that at home. I can do that with my friends.

I'm very thankful for my time here in Chicago. It was tough. It made me grow quite a bit. Mostly, it was lonely. It's not a welcoming town. There's just too many people for me to really feel like I could meet anybody or hang out with anybody. It takes an hour to get anywhere, and anyway, I get to head home.

So I'm headed to my little city by a little brown river.
I'm headed home at the start of winter.
If you see my lady love, tell her I miss her.

Your Friend and Ever Faithful Confidant,

K