Chicago is 196.19 miles too far away.

Today all I want is to wear a yellow cardigan and drink a pumpkin spice latte and people-watch on Michigan Avenue.

Gimme

Please indulge me for 2 seconds in a little fit of selfishness. There are so many things I took for granted while I was growing up in Chicago, which means: there are SO many things that I miss, even sometimes ache for now. So here it is:

gyros
African-Americans
Mexican-Americans
Asian-Americans
non-Americans
non-Anglo Saxons
rap music
those sick drummers who always play at Millennium Station
Starbucks
Thai food
commuters
cinnamon-sugar toast (and toast in general... why can I not find toast on this campus?)
REAL pizza (i.e. Chicago-style pizza)

The End.