14.6.06

if it weren't for the fuck*ng freezing winters, i think i'd definitely like to live in Lincoln Park. it's like yuppie-ville. or as i fondly call it, jetta-land. everyone drives a jetta in that part of chicago. it felt like i was walking the seven or so blocks i walked every day to the subte stop at plaza italia. minus the 1.) spatterings of dog poop anywhere your foot might accidentally step; 2.) smells of fresh fruits and veggies; and 3.) smell of fresh flowers on every corner (ok, i borrowed that one from my time in caballito but still, it's one of those things i'll always associate with bsas.)

i kind of enjoy walking to get my toenails done, walking to get my caffeinne "fixx" (as the cafe is called), walking walking walking. it makes me feel like my ass isn't getting bigger (ok so it's not but still i feel like a lazy ass when i'm in my car more time than not). walking past the bars with the windows open (no screens), shouts, smoke, and laughter coming out onto the sidewalk.

but then i walk up liz's stairs, and imagine the front porch in the winter: covered with a dusting of snow, dark despite the time (it has the level of light unique to chicago winters, one that lies about the time of day until it's dark out. you think it's like 20:00 but in reality it's 16:30), me still in bed or on the couch under a blanket thinking uuugh i've got to get up and shovel the porch and the stairs and the sidewalk... i'm f*cking freezing... oh crap, and then i've gotta put salt down on the stairs so nobody slips. UUUGH! so that means i have to put on tights, then some pants, two shirts, a sweater, my coat, my scarf, hat, gloves... i'll just stay here warm and comfy watching The Dog Whisperer. besides, the snow will melt, eventually. it's not like i have a reason to leave the house until it melts anyway!

though it would be nice to not have to work during the winter and just spend my days reading, drinking tea, taking bubble baths and hibernating.

but alas, i am not a trust fund baby. i'm a college-fund baby!

that's why i'm going somewhere that the winters are much more tolerable.

1 comment:

annush said...

and the painful winter was one of the reasons why i left good ole' NYC...