I feel like everytime
I come home there's always
someone that I've inadvertently
trying to convince to come to columbia:
Cam, Emily, Trib, (random girl that hangs out
at The MO), and the list goes on..
It's weird, and I always feel strange afterwards.

So I've come home
for spring break.
Things I've experienced in
the last day and a half:

1. seeing chicago at sunrise
2. flying (while sleeping)
3. seeing green grass
4. smelling freshly cut grass (def. a suburban smell)
5. petting my dog
6. being home.

Unfortunately being here won't
be all pleasure as I have to pack up
my life and send it all away to chicago.
I (and my roommates) officially got our apartment
yesterday so there era of still partly living in texas is up.
From here on out I'm only a visiter. a guest in my parents house.
Home for now on will be (in) chicago.

This line of thought/reality has lead me
to the theme of my photo final.
Leaving My Life.
It'll be shot in black & white
on 120 film... so medium format.
I'm gonna film friends in locations that
have been important/influential over the coarse
of the last 19 and a half years of my life here in texas.
as such I'll have to shoot it here while I'm on spring break.
Downside: Dallas doesn't like to carry film.
SO i'm gonna have to hunt it all down.



gotta take colin home.
more latta.