It was always apparent when I lived in this city, that I never really felt at home. Thought I haven't felt like I have had a home for the past five years, Chicago was more a home to me than Los Angeles could ever be. Revisiting this city after a year and a half away, has made me really miss these streets, the sights, and the sounds.
The Abbot Hotel, by far the most vial looking places in Chicago, has always intrigued me. Not as a place I want to ever step foot in, but as a place where I know diseases grow, prostitutes and crackheads live, and a place where people who have nothing have a place to rest their head for a couple dollars that they somehow scraped off the streets.
I guess I am blessed within this statement for the fact that I have family that I can stay with when living in this city, being able to place myself far above the rest. I love that Chicago is one photogenic city. From up above, to far below the streets, there is never not a picture that hasn't been able to tell a story.
Though I probably will not end up living in the confines of this city, it will always remain a semi-home city for me.
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