A few months ago you asked me what is felt like to be in love. I still don’t have a good answer for you because most the time, I feel like I am too young & dumb to understand what love is. I feel guilty for not answering though.
I’ve spent the past two weekends up in Chicago.
Memorial Day weekend was a little chilly, but still sunny and beautiful. This past weekend was dreary. I must bring the bad weather because it was so cold while I was living in Chicago and fairly miserable each time I visit. I spent my Saturday photographing in the rain getting completely soaked.
My roommate Dan and I had discussed Chicago: how he hated it and would never come back, how I loved it but didn’t see myself living there again. I thought I was done with it and I would move elsewhere. But, each visit has left me oddly heartbroken. I miss so many stupid things about the city that even while I was happy to be there the past few weekends, under it all I was sad I would have to leave in less than 48 hours.
It might feel like this, like having infinite possibilities.
hope that helps