Going downtown is my therapeutical escape.
I start feeling so suffocated on campus and I don't even realize it until I get away. It's as if the air isn't even fresh on campus. My thoughts are so jumbled; they bounce back and forth in my head aimlessly rather than reaching a logical or helpful solution. I can't think clearly.
So, Saba & I decided to take the shuttle to Michigan Ave. on Friday evening—it was the perfect cure for whatever we were suffering from. The city is so alive & romantic, with diversity and maturity around every corner—things that are somewhat lacking back on campus.
We had lovely conversations with the flaming gays in Sephora, were told we were "lookin' good" in Macy's, saw a middle-aged man booty dance in Akira, pretended like we owned the Bentley parked on the sidewalk, bought groceries at Trader Joe's for less than $15 (yes!) and ended our evening with the calming atmosphere of Argo Tea, which seeped into our tea cups and stayed with us the rest of the night.

I love the city—romantic & full of life, and I wrote this journal so I will no longer forget the positive affect it has on me.