Chicago is not that far away.

There are three very obvious songs that come to mind when "Philadelphia" is thrown into the mix: Bruce Springsteen's "Streets of Philadelphia", Elton John's "Philadelphia Freedom", and Neil Young's "Philadelphia". I love them all though I probably love the city much more than any song possible. Of the three, Neil Young's is my favorite.

Extremely Out of It

Am I allowed to admit that I haven't been listening to music? To good music? To relevant music? Not too long ago, I religiously would check for new things to let pour through my headphones and speakers but now, now! Gosh. Did you know cilantro plants flower? Because mine are currently flowering and my tomatoes are coming in and who knew that it was at all possible to grow anything on a Chicago balcony in cheap terra cotta planters.

I've been listening to a lot of pop-punk from my youth. Embarrassing? I guess it should be, but it's not at all. Love it lots. I know all of the words to Saves the Day's "At Your Funeral".



Being preoccupied is okay. I shouldn't let this blog die, though, as I thoroughly enjoy writing in it. Well, here's to more posting. I leave for Philadelphia in a handful of hours; I'll be gone for a week and I have been floating quite a bit recently that I think this trip is muchly needed to ground me, to remind me that my life rules so hard instead of only occasionally ruling and being okay the rest of the time. I hope my tomatoes will be okay.