chicago
(yeah, i know, wrong album)
I'm in chi-town, waiting for
jets_to_japan to arrive from the airport. I didn't prepare so well for this trip. Usually I am the king at public transportation. I know the fare, how to get transfers, all the possible connections, which ones are faster, cheaper, where the seedy neighborhoods with character are... this time around, not so good. I hate looking like a tourist, despite the 40 lb. bright red annoying-college-student-in-europe backpack I was sporting. I took a wrong turn and instead of just doing the about-face to get to the red line, I ended up just walking the entire way to the hotel. Not so far, but still silly and stubborn.
Walking around, passing the Marina Towers, eavesdropping on the conversation behind me about the Yeah Yeah Yeah's, I started to realize that I really should have spent more time here. Chicago seems like a great city, a true American habitat. In no time, I'm going to be roaming the streets of nyc trying to prevent from looking like a tourist there. Who knows when I'll even be back in the midwest? I like the coasts. Even if I can't swim in it.