Is that a real hug or are you just kidding?

Ah Albuquerque: so weird, so hot.
Almost a year here and just in this last two weeks I finally feel like I live here.
Not just live here but live here.
It's been a while since I lived anywhere really.
I guess when you're on the brink of escape, that sweet ecstasy of already leaving in your head and heart takes you away from the place you still seem to be at.
Your feet are still standing on the same sidewalk you've seemed to be standing on since you were tiny.
Holy Shit I hated my hometown. The four restaurants I always frequented, the same kids I grew up with, the same mindless gossip we all knew about.
It's crazy that now that I'm here, in Albuquerque, I miss that old place.

I miss that walk to my grandma's house, I miss not having to explain why I view things a little differently. Because when you were there, we all had these stange tendencies. We all knew the homeless guy named Skip (we all have a story with him in it), we all know that the little bubble we've created in that town wasn't really how the rest of the world worked. Our tendencies came from our commonalities, from those commonalities.
Oh well, I still hate going there. I'll complain the whole time. I'll still go the same restaraunts, I'll even order the same thing. I'll probably see Skip at his usual post by the Spic and Span. I'll see the same friends I've had since I could remember.
But I'll be different, because I don't live there anymore. I live here, in weird, hot Albuquerque.

Today's Tuneage:

Poor Little City Boy by Nedelle