Day 17: Suburbia

Home. 2021.

Man, most days I hate this town

So beige, gray, and brown

The only burst of color are the golden arches down on 45th street

Just strip malls and parking lots

Storage lockers and chain restaurants

They say

“It’s a great place to raise a family”

Sure, it’s nice

But manicured lawns, cloned houses, and white picket fences make a place lose all of its charm

Void of color and feeling

I’m listless every evening

The only things to do are to drink and daydream

Imagine new versions of myself outside of this town

I think

Maybe I’ll move away

Go where no one knows me

Be someone new

Just to chase a feeling

Sounds kind of nice to go somewhere just to be lonely

“Are you from here?” I’ll say I’m new to the city

But I know

The second that I leave, I’ll miss cul-de-sac days of staring at my ceiling

Homesick for my old routine