Lately I've come to the conclusion that I actually sort of like my city, which is weird because I've invested so much effort in planning to get away from it. I'm still going to leave, but it might be a little bittersweet now.
I was walking downtown, going to meet someone for supper, and it was perfect. Picture this. Walking quickly on a street lined with trees shedding golden-brown leaves all over the road and old brick buildings while balancing in your best, impractical shoes with a purse under one arm and a new LP in the other while bells from the old cathedral are ringing in the background. It was like a scene out of a movie. My life has been going that way a lot recently, and all this time I've been talking shit about a pretty sunset