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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Where I Come from Final


Home

Where are you from?

Chicago...

but no, not really

I live in a house with a jungle gym
and a patio in the backyard
In a neighborhood with block parties 
and neighbors that know each other far too well
with kids outside past dark in the summertime
running and inhaling the crisp, clean air as it blows past them
with no pointed gates and bolted doors
no bright lights at night
nothing but stars and branches in the pitch black sky 

It's a suburb just north of Chicago

but no its not a typical suburb

it is not an enclosed community
the neighborhoods are connected by a crossword of roads
with blocks of apartments, shacks, bungalows and mansions
not one home to be mistaken with another
then theres downtown 
with all of the big-name stores and people everywhere
 and restaurants emitting their unique aroma as if claiming their territory...
strolling down the sidewalk smells transform: 
from the tangy stir-fry of flattop
to greasy buffalo wings from Buff Joes
to Chipotle's spicy burritos
to scrumptious bakery goods from Bennisons
to the warm crisp crust of deep dish pizza
all in one block
displaying the diversity
that is this town



Isn't that where Northwestern is?

yes, but its not a typical college town.

The university lies on the edge--
The wildcats are incorporated into this community 
already rich in sports, arts, music, business and 
more

You want to know where I'm from?

go there, grow up there
plant your roots into its soil like the pine tree that towers over my house
no words can describe it, theres nowhere like it
I'm from Evanston and
theres no place like home

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