a book on a shelf

i'm in chicago. i got here yesterday morning around 11:30 took the train up to wrigleyville where my friend Becca lives. she's been kind enough to let me stay with her for the next couple of days.

we went to the Hubbard Street audition. i really enjoyed it(even though i got cut). when it started i said to tanya that i felt like i was at a party. i think it's just because i haven't been a "dancer" for a while and i was suddenly in a room full of 'em.

chicago feels strange. like a book i wrote awhile ago and put it on a shelf. complete. out of the way. now i'm picking it back up and re-reading it. perhaps a little to soon. i'm reading all these streets and saying hello to ghosts in familiar spaces. hello.