I will always remember the first time I rode into the Chicago Skyline via the Kennedy Expressway on the second level of the Megabus, knowing that this was now my home, the first time I REALLY knew, and my iPod was on shuffle and it was very bright and nice out and we were passing the west side and Wicker Park and my mom was there and it passed by Saint Stanislaus Kostka Church and then magically Good Morning by Kanye came on, followed (on shuffle) by Homecoming by Kanye,
and I cried.
I cried so hard.
Because I was so. Fucking. Happy.
Because it was one of those things that felt SO fucking right.
When you know.
And you can’t stop knowing.
I need to remember where I came from, in the sense of when I left.
WHY I came here.
And why it’s completely worth it to stay.
I’m in a relationship with Chicago.
It’s the best I’ve had yet.