Went to the Museum of Contemporary Art today by Michigan Ave. Got to take in some creative works of art. Sometimes when I actually see the artwork, I hope I'm able to dream it the same night I fall asleep. It just draws more inspiration and more creativity to your life ya know?
I took the brown line to get there from Kimball namely because I live on the northwest side of Chicago. I've always lived in Albany Park, though not in the same house. Living in the same neighborhood for twenty years, you can kind of see the gradual changes in the way the neighborhood projects itself. I lived across my neighborhood high school, Roosevelt, which was known for gang fights every day after school followed by police escorts. The kids who used to live across the street would throw eggs at passing cars and then dart away from the car because it was a one way street. I thought it was hilarious. I mean I was only 6. I visited Roosevelt last week to tag along with a friend from Wright so that he can get his transcript. We decided to visit my old apartment across the street to see how much it's changed and we were able to actually go inside from the back because someone forgot to lock up the door. The apartment complex just gave me flashbacks. It was just surreal. I analyzed everything inside. The walls. The doors. The hallway. Everything. I pictured myself running up and down the hallway and realized how time flies so fast. I've come a long way and yet, I still have so much to accomplish.
I took the brown line to get there from Kimball namely because I live on the northwest side of Chicago. I've always lived in Albany Park, though not in the same house. Living in the same neighborhood for twenty years, you can kind of see the gradual changes in the way the neighborhood projects itself. I lived across my neighborhood high school, Roosevelt, which was known for gang fights every day after school followed by police escorts. The kids who used to live across the street would throw eggs at passing cars and then dart away from the car because it was a one way street. I thought it was hilarious. I mean I was only 6. I visited Roosevelt last week to tag along with a friend from Wright so that he can get his transcript. We decided to visit my old apartment across the street to see how much it's changed and we were able to actually go inside from the back because someone forgot to lock up the door. The apartment complex just gave me flashbacks. It was just surreal. I analyzed everything inside. The walls. The doors. The hallway. Everything. I pictured myself running up and down the hallway and realized how time flies so fast. I've come a long way and yet, I still have so much to accomplish. 
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