living in the chi.
I really can’t wait for winter because then I can start wearing the other 97% of my clothes
Gorgeous day in the chi.
if i walk outside right now, the wind will probably blow me away to another state. that’s how windy it is.
Oh how I miss living in the Chi.
I have given myself up to Chicago. To the weather that makes no sense, the roommate from California, the boy down the hall, the guys smoking cigarettes outside every 20 minutes, the smell of august that lasted till november, the explosion of fall mirrored in the trees, the grocery shopping at 1 AM, the quad, the lounge where no one ever got any work done, the games i never went to, the people i couldn’t remember the names of, hairdressers who couldn’t believe i was only 18, everyone who believed in me, the hospital visit, the fights about taking my medication, the boy who laughed too loud, the guy on the first floor who knew everything about everything, the suite-mate who helped me laugh at my pain, the other suite-mate who had a heart made of gold, the birthday i’ll never forget, the happiness that lingers, the discussions about culture, the lamenting over money, the nights i couldn’t sleep, the unwillingness to go home. Can you believe I was so reluctant to give in at first. I had no idea Chicago would be this good for my soul. I had no idea it would be this hard to leave. I am in pieces. Chicago will forever be sprinkled in my blood.