i have these periods where i tend to bitch about how much happier i am since leaving Chicago
how much i left that Bermuda triangle of a stagnant queer activist scene on multiple ends
i guess sometimes i need to do that considering most of my family and some of my friends are concentrated in different pockets, have never really left, and have this odd expectation that i’ll be coming back to start the next stage of my life
and typing “nope not about that life” gives me this strange sense of empowerment
because Chicago doesn’t seem like a “safety net” in case my graduate plans fall through somehow
in the back of my mind I’ve already decided i’ll just pick up, move somewhere, and work while i re-apply and maybe take classes before i come back home
it sucks that i feel that way about the place i’ve lived for the majority of my life
but it be like that sometimes
