Here's Part One

After being back in this city for, oh, almost 5 months now, I think I'm ready to write about what it's like. There has been more than one occasion that this Weakerthans lyric popped into my head:

"The city's still breathing
but barely, it's true
through buildings gone missing
like teeth..."

This is how it feels often, though I'm not sure any buildings are going missing, rather, more are going up. What I wanted to do with this blog was to create a pictoral journal of my life here during this time, in this place. I think it's fitting, then, that the first pictures I post are ones taken from my window. Without sounding overly dramatic and ridiculous, it often feels like most of the past 5 months have happened as if I'm looking out a window, watching this whole world happen around me, yet not to me.

Wow. That's pretty friggin' overly dramatic AND ridiculous.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, really... Anyway, this is going to be my space to talk about this mental city that fills me with such rage sometimes and such love at other times, and maybe it's an attempt to figure out where I fit here now, being a little older and maybe a little wiser than my first time around. We'll see, I guess.