I’ve reached this wonderful point in my college career where every single one of my assignments resembles procrastination.
Which is why I get to spend my afternoon having much-too-much fun with street views on Google Maps. In place of actually leaving my house with a camera and taking photographs of all of Bed-Stuy’s religious manifestations, I can sit in front of my laptop and toggle keys down the virtual street.
(Have we talked about how creepy Google has gotten? I mean if it hadn’t been before, it’s now really getting out of control.)
Anyway, so after a couple of nice screen captures and drag-and-dropping, I have a delicious little presentation taking shape with minimal effort/movement on my part.
To celebrate, I’ve decided to take a walk in Chicago.
Oh, old house! I miss it! Overgrown with trees and a bus-stop out front–right there, everything I’ve ever loved about Chicago.
Chicago’s a city with big green parks and flower gardens, roaring with elevated trains and car exhaust–all of it stretching alongside the lake.
I really am a Chicago girl; I still feel like a stranger in New York.
