walking home in rain

I ended up walking about two blocks up the street last night in the drizzle from the Romans back to my parents at about ten til two. I haven't been able to walk alone at night by myself that late (or really, at all) since I moved to PA because it just isn't safe, and it was occurring to me how much I sorta miss being able to do that. This strikes me as strange, because most of my mid-night walks occurred in Lawrence during the angst-ridden chunks of college when I was depressed over something (usually a boy) or other (usually a different boy, or occasionally just solipsistic existential crises) and that I don't think I ever enjoyed those walks then all that much. But it seemed really lovely last night, despite getting really wet. Or maybe it just never rained enough during college...

It's nice to be in KS for Christmas ;.)