I miss my city so much. I miss neighborhood bars and checking out events & places that fall outside of my social network and going out without planning every detail and I miss befriending strangers.

I wanna go have the people on the barstools next to me interrogate me about where I am from, and win them over, and get bought drinks, and leave a big fat tip and disappear. Or try to disappear but ppl send someone to make sure you get to your car safe, bc Detroit care

I wanna leave the house without eating a buncha food first bc it doesn’t matter if I’m hungry doing errands bc coney islands are magic. I want to eat 9,000 fries.

I want to go DANCING. I went to a zoom dance party last weekend that was surprisingly fun, but there is so much to be said for the sweaty immediacy of a dance floor, for running into someone from daytime life and being like !!!! initially but then they find out you can dance

I miss Detroiters and Detroit culture and Detroit places.

I miss strangers.

And a corollary to missing strangers is I miss those places I know I can go in and I’ll see multiple people I know! I miss getting the “Norm!” treatment.

I miss afterhours bars and smoking bars—I don’t smoke but there’s a level of not giving a shit and being off the beaten path there. I miss the bar where the owner got arrested for selling shit stolen from target.

I miss the bar where it always seems like something bad might happen but it’s always fine. DIVE dives.

Also I miss walking down Joseph Campau without thinking FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK the whole time!!