I miss your pizza. I miss the vagina building. I miss the Lake. I miss ethnic food. I miss Polish surnames. I miss the availability of hard liquor. I miss being anonymous. I miss the vibrations of the El. I miss your ubiquitous coffee shops. I miss shopping and not buying anything. I miss Belmont and Andersonville.
In 14 days I will be running my hand on obsidian buildings and shivering against the wind and smelling filthy city air and bouncing around on trains in my triple layered wool sweaters and ducking into shops for hot five dollar coffees to warm the tip of my nose while I walk.
Love, love, love, love, love...
elyse
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