Pulaski at Night | Andrew Bird

I heard this song and fell in love. 

And there’s no mistaking why. It’s soft, it’s lovely, and it’s about Chicago.

I have always said, and and will always say, that Chicago is the best city in the world. 

Even though I live in San Franciso, and appreciate everything it has to offer, it doesn’t compare to Chicago. A city covered in some of the best architecture in the world and filled with the type of people that can endure the most frightening winters and suffocating summers and still come out with a smile on their face.  

The other day i was listening to Kanye West’s Homecoming with a friend and telling them how on point that song was. In talking to them I realized how sad it was as well. And how sad the term “homecoming” felt. Because not matter how happy you are to go home. You are always reminded that you are going home and not at home. You’re reminded that no matter how much you adore that city, how much that city fills you with life, no matter how much it feels like the place you belong, it’s the city you left

You’re reminded that it’s not really your home anymore. 

And you’re reminded, in this subtle heartbreaking way, that you’re homeless.