You Ain’t From Around Here…
Friday, March 28th, 2008best friend is moving to NYC in a few hours. I’m going to miss her a lot. She is my partner in fashion and skin care. I really admire her and wish her the best, but I still feel a sting of envy because of the regret I feel from never moving there when I had many chances. Well, I guess we all know what “they” say is right. Hindsight is 20/20. Ain’t that a bitch.
We had some coffee together, and the barista was surprised when I gave him my co-op owner’s number. “Oh, you’re from around here?” I wasn’t sure what he meant. Usually, I just assume people automatically think I’m an immigrant by looking at me even though I was born and raised in the US. But later, when he invited us to a b-boy battle he hosts every Friday night, I realized he meant one of the best possible compliments you could ever pay me.
I don’t look like I’m from this boring-ass town.
I feel like it just snapped in my head one day. I hate Ann Arbor. I have lived here since I started college and I feel like I’ve wasted a lot of my life here. To its credit I have had lots of good times. 2003-2005 and early 2006 was a great social scene. My son was born here. But honestly, it gets old really fast. You can really wear this town out. I created the Ann Arbor hook up tree and it is the most incestuous thing ever.
So, me not looking like I’m from around here makes me incredibly happy, because I am not from here and I certainly don’t want to look I am from here.
What does looking like you’re from Ann Arbor mean? I’m not sure, but I think it has this midwest slop attached to it. I’m probably going to get hated on really hard for saying that, but whatever. Much love to the mid west, but as a whole we can’t dress that well.
