Terms and Conditions | Chet Faker

I’m on a plane home right now and I couldn’t be happier. But there’s a part of me that’s a little nervous. I love Chicago. It’s the best city in the world (challenge me on this and you will get served). And it’s filled with some of the best people I’ve ever met in my life. But right now, I’m a bit scared of it.

The last time I was in Chicago things were so different in my life. The last time I went home felt like every other time I went home. But this time feels different. This time I feel different. Like I left to go on this unexpected walkabout and now I’m returning a changed person.

I feel like since last summer I wondered into this unknown land, got lost, got knocked down, got back up and kept walking. And now I’m finding myself back home. To this place that didn’t prepare me for that unknown land. To this place that I feel kinda let me down because of it. To this place that’s going to say you seem different. To which I’ll reply: Fuck yeah I seem different! Do you know how much shit I’ve been through?! With no fucking help from you! I had to figure this shit out all on my own and I’m fucking exhausted. So don’t fucking tell me I seem different. Just be fucking happy I’m here and don’t give me any shit for it.

And Chicago will just look at me and smile as it says: That’s my girl.