I call it my home-cation.

 I think I want to live in an old funky loft forever. 

Friends&Furniture

Meet some of my new friends.  

Their inners are as gorgeous as their outers....

 if you can believe it.  

Explore, explore, explore galore.

Meet Chubbs.  

And sure enough... the next thing I knew, it was me and the D.

 Loft life = dream life. (More to come).

And every morning I wake up to paradise.  

The sky is truly glorious in these parts.  

WHO THE *#@$%! WOULDA THOUGHT!

It was summer time, I had a yearning to go... But I didn't quite know where.

To the train station I arrived early one Thursday morning in sweltering mid July, giving fate the right of way.  I called it my trust journey. 

Next train: Detroit - 12:16pm

alright, I suppose that'll do.  

 after few days of aimless meandering, I knew it was true...

It was Love.    

When I returned to Chicago, the Motor City took hold of most of my waking thoughts, and sure enough began to seep through into my dreams.  So I went back. and then I went back again. and again. and again once more.   

There's just something about this place....