also.
one day.
i would like to settle here, even if only for a little while..

Ode to Guacamole Mornings

So i am here now in Syracuse;650 Blistery miles away (i counted). I have re-located for the time being but that isn't to say that I don't still reminisce about my hometown Chicago and won't return in the next coming months. The streets are wide and the faces welcoming. The accents flat like a Golden Nuggets plate of flap jacks. I think sometimes that growing up there was a blessing and a curse. There is so much pride to be had but sometimes it is so easy to settle there so soon. I am young with a restless heart, not to make too close of a reference to the CBS hit Soap series. My heart still skips a beat every time i drive down LSD, with the lake dancing to the left of me.

Though part of me feels like a pre-pubescent girl with acne marks and chipped nailpolish tapping away at this keyboard venting to the unknown, but that is ok? To be honest. I see it more as a conversation with a dear friend. mia, who i started this silly webpage with. But now that we aren't able to run back and forth from each others homes, accompanied by our constant middle-aged something bickering, eating wendys fries and milkshakes at 10 am together after a wild night of dancing... i found all the more reason to continue writing. So perhaps this was an ode to Chicago or rather an ode to pantless sleepovers and stange discount furniture store excursions. I'm not sure but i'm alright with that.