sad face

lately, as i walk down the streets of downtown detroit, among the sky scrapers, buses, people, storefronts, and automobiles that color american city life, i pretend that i am living wien city life again. today, in my speech class--yes, that one that i so hopefully, but stupidly, enrolled in at wcccd downtown post graduation from a legitimate institution--i mentioned my semester in europe as support for my progressive personality. (the topic was a word that best describes you.) anyway, instead of making suggestions, the students focused solely on my experiences abroad, which did wonders for my nostalgia. i know, i know, i keep saying it, but im just not over it yet: I WANNA GO BACK!