So, I thought I should break the silence. We have been going through a transition at Crazytown. Here is the deal. I have finally moved into my own place. I have graduated to the world of big girls! KP and IC are still at the old house making strides getting it ready for sale. So, we have fractured Crazytown. It is a sad/exciting turn of events. However, it has given me the chance to reflect on my definition on Crazytown. I now know, in much the same way good Christian’s know God is everywhere, that Crazytown is not the place. Crazytown is a state of mind, a faith. Crazytown is in you. Crazytown is at my place, at KP’s place and Starrhillgirl’s place. Are you a resident of Crazytown Ms.’s Fatbiscuit, Wistar, Elsie, Cho girl? You don’t have to go to church to talk to God(if yer into that) and you don’t have to go to Crazytown. You can carry Crazytown in your heart. Jeeze, that is so poetic. Others things:
#1 I am way excited about my CSA starting.
#2 I made my little apartment look so cute/cozy.
#3 you should come have a drink on my porch
#4 I over slept for work this morning and I was supposed to open the store, oops!
Crazytown 
i’m not a resident of crazytown, but i’ve visited several times for extended stays at the crazytown in-patient mental facility (cimf). i was taught how to practice yoga and how to self-administer electroshock “pick-me-ups,” as they call them at cimf.
i’m sure you’ll see me at crazytown again soon.
xo
Oh, I am sooooo a resident. And I do carry Crazytown in my heart, though I don’t think I would have put it so poetically without prompting. Not to get all mushy, but… I remember moving out of the house I grew up in when I was in high school. I thought it would be really hard and really sad. Not to say that I didn’t miss the house (my room was much larger in the old house), but, it turned out that my home wasn’t the house. It was all the things in my life that made up home, family, friends, stuff, pets, school, etc. I must admit I currently have an infatuation with my house… maybe one day I will get over it. But even now in the throes of the love affair I have with it, I know I have a home outside of this house. In the long run, that is what counts.
Crazytown is at my place? My place is soooooo Sanetown.
#1 I’m so ‘cited about my CSA, too
#2 your place is fab
#3 yes, thank you
#4 get your ass out of bed