[gotta love postsecret. sometimes it just speaks the truth.]
matt and i are back in new jersey, back at home. funny how i got so excited at other points in my life about having a place of our own; having a place to call home that was my very own.
but this afternoon, i have to admit that i'm homesick. homesick for chicago, and for my family. being home for christmas was amazing - hanging out with my sisters, playing with the cats, eating too much, watching the food network (why don't we get it in our apartment??), bumming around the house in which i grew up... chicago home will always feel like home. and this afternoon i miss it so much. i feel like a little kid right now.
i just googled "homesick for chicago" and you came up. i am homesick for chicago, too. i miss... the lake, and how blue the sky is when a cold front moves through, and the long partitioned down jackets that suburban ladies wear to their jobs downtown, and how the sewer covers steam in the winter. stuff like that.
ReplyDeleteif you want to indulge in le weep, listen to sufjan stevens' "illinois."