thoughts on home
I go home in three weeks and I'm dreading it. I can give a million and one reasons, and none of them are that I don't want to see a few of my friends. I just so prefer to live here.
Like last night, I went to an acoustic show at this club called Reggie's, and it was so fucking amazing, and the bands had so much talent. The flavor of these places, of the little knooks and crannies of chicago is so fucking succulent. It's a beautiful thing. Louisville smells like whiskey and rusted out pick up trucks and high school to me. I don't know what to do about my aversion to being there. I know i need to hide it, or ignore it, and I think most people think I'm stuck up about it. Maybe I am, I try to understand why people would still live there, and like it even, it's just not for me. And if it weren't for my family I wouldn't go back.
I might lie low while I'm there, and if I do it's because I'm afraid of running into people I know but wish I didn't. That doesn't happen in chicago.
Like last night, I went to an acoustic show at this club called Reggie's, and it was so fucking amazing, and the bands had so much talent. The flavor of these places, of the little knooks and crannies of chicago is so fucking succulent. It's a beautiful thing. Louisville smells like whiskey and rusted out pick up trucks and high school to me. I don't know what to do about my aversion to being there. I know i need to hide it, or ignore it, and I think most people think I'm stuck up about it. Maybe I am, I try to understand why people would still live there, and like it even, it's just not for me. And if it weren't for my family I wouldn't go back.
I might lie low while I'm there, and if I do it's because I'm afraid of running into people I know but wish I didn't. That doesn't happen in chicago.