There’s not much to say about living in Chicago (or Chi-town, as the locals call it). It reminds me of living in New York, but people seem more inclined to look at you while they are walking. You don’t see too many people wandering around alone, either. In NYC, you have the power-walkers, in their self important buisiness suits, carving a speed-run down Canal St. with the dim blue of their headsets tinting the 99% recycled paper cups of their Starbucks coffee. Here, even the messenger boys have partners riding down the streets with them. A dynamic duo of coked up college dropouts earning cash to support their studio flats and extensive record collection. Most notably, presses of Pavement and Wilco decorating their walls.

It’s a bit lonely up here. Moving from an urban area that I grew up in, to a faux-urban area I went to school in, to an urban area with a clean slate is a bit of an undertaking.

I don’t really feel like becomming a bar rat and hunting down friends.

I’m not saying it’s not my fault, I’m just saying I’m lonely.

I’m writing more on my other blog. If you know where to find it, enjoy. Otherwise, hold your breath.