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When I first moved to Champaign, I created a list. Well that's not right... Before I first moved to Champaign, I created a list. A list detailing the trillions of little tasks that needed to be accomplished before I could say that I officiall live in Champaign. These tasks, these merciless unforgiving jobs, ranged from re-painting a room in my old house to selling the old house to moving to Champaign to acquiring all the necessities of every day life and physical tune ups that one needs where ever they live. Well today I finally got the last thing on my list, the last task has been checked off. I got a dentist.
I know this may seem minimal and inconsequential to most, but when ever I move to town I make sure I always get a vet, a dentist, a bank, an eye doctor, and a regular doctor. Although the regular doctor usually waits until I get sick, since I still have a doctor back where my parents live for emergencies or occasional check ups.
I feel no different today, perhaps because I have already accepted the fact I am a Champaign-ion... or is it a Champaign-ite, or what ever I am. This town synergies readily with the ions of creativiy popping in my head, drawing me to call this mass of people and houses my home
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