as the world turns
i have been realizing this summer how interestingly the things and people in your life that maybe were part of your life for a long time can take on different forms as you grow…
for example, downtown—when i was a middle-schooler i thought i was so chill when i would go down there and go into the 3 story nike towns and 8 story sports authority looking for aback-seven bearings for my rollerblades. when i entered high school i thought i was so cool and mature visiting my MBI college friends… funny how MBI and cool went together in my mind :). then when my college friends graduated i thought it was sweet to be able to take my suburbanite friends into the city and somewhat know my way around. then again, when I went to college, i thought it was nice to be able to bring out my rural college and camp friends into the city. now the city looks so much different to me. it’s a lot less about me and my image and more about the people i’m amongst. now the streets don’t look the same, the L-stops don’t look the same, the homeless don’t look the same, a visit to the loop—not the same.
in a way i’ve lost my innocence. in a way i’m glad because so much of that innocence was also coupled with ignorance. i’m learning that homelessness has a lot more to do with the broken family than the broke pocket. i’m seeing that for some, there is no such thing as a second chance—i can get away with things while many others cannot. i’m starting to understand what it means to want something more for someone than they want it for themselves.
for example, downtown—when i was a middle-schooler i thought i was so chill when i would go down there and go into the 3 story nike towns and 8 story sports authority looking for aback-seven bearings for my rollerblades. when i entered high school i thought i was so cool and mature visiting my MBI college friends… funny how MBI and cool went together in my mind :). then when my college friends graduated i thought it was sweet to be able to take my suburbanite friends into the city and somewhat know my way around. then again, when I went to college, i thought it was nice to be able to bring out my rural college and camp friends into the city. now the city looks so much different to me. it’s a lot less about me and my image and more about the people i’m amongst. now the streets don’t look the same, the L-stops don’t look the same, the homeless don’t look the same, a visit to the loop—not the same.
in a way i’ve lost my innocence. in a way i’m glad because so much of that innocence was also coupled with ignorance. i’m learning that homelessness has a lot more to do with the broken family than the broke pocket. i’m seeing that for some, there is no such thing as a second chance—i can get away with things while many others cannot. i’m starting to understand what it means to want something more for someone than they want it for themselves.


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