I like to look at the back of buildings while riding the "L." The ugly mess of twisted wires, garbage, and strays can open up to something more beautiful. It reveals how the city works just as the facade hides it.
For 8+ hours a day, I
sit behind a Formica desk
going blind at my computer. Most of my time revolves around work, paying bills, and going out to dinner. "Stability" would best describe my situation. While it may sound boring, it's exactly why I moved to Chicago.
"We were worried that you weren't going to do anything after you graduated," is something that Frances likes to remind me. It was true and humorous to me now. Being an unemployed, dumped, drunk kid, who
lost his grandpa to cancer, and lived with his parents wasn't motivating. To me at least.
Chicago's about big risks, hard work, opportunity, breaking traditions, and loyalty. I had to come here despite not having a job. To see how dedicated I am to what I believe and to find my niche. To avoid wasting away.
That's how
things are. Things happen and you have to deal with them. Some decisions were bad in hindsight. Why did I just sit there? Others good, but felt terrible when I made them. I still get stomach aches about it. It's these moments that unveil who I am.
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