while driving to church today i suddenly felt like a sore thumb as i drove through the city in my church as i started to look and wait and realize: i'm the only one with a truck.
now, i'm not that girl who thinks she is all baddd assss and so hottzzz and TOUGH because she drives a truck. i really don't think about it much, i've driven it for years, and well, most of the girls back home drive 'em too.
but today it got me thinking if i really am a city girl, or if i am just trying to be a city girl. i think that is why i titled this weird faux xanga thing "citylauri".
i really don't know. JE NE SAIS PAS.
i know chicago isn't like any other city. but today i wondered, from an ariel view from God or his...idk....angles....and my grandpa. do i stick out like a sore thumb and are they looking down on me saying "oh lauri, you'll learn. you'll learn that this isn't your home."
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so tell me friends. what is a home? my apartment? it's pretty damn cozy. but its still really lonely. my family? i see them 3 times a year. my friends? where. a dog? HA. nature? what? church? sleep? work? school? yeah, there is a thought process there, and i really don't know what is it all suppose to add up to.
i dont know if i like people reading my thoughts. i use to trust people way more then i do now.
