I'm sort of a homebody. I like to be in one place a long time and build a home around myself. I'm moving to Philly in two weeks, which is both exciting and scary. I can't wait to meet all sorts of new people and change up my daily routine, but I've worked really hard to find a sense of home in Chicago for the last two and a half years and it almost feels crazy to give up on that now. I always feel like I can rely on the great punk network to make me feel at home wherever I am. To an extent, that works, but it's the little things you get to know through time and experience that make you feel like you're actually a part of a community, like knowing which door to go in at the local punk house or not having to awkwardly stand by yourself in a crowded show space. I almost forgot how awkward I felt at shows each weekend during my first year in Chicago, feeling like this was where I was supposed to be but never feeling more self-conscious than at that moment. It's been a really good run in Chicago. It feels very bittersweet to say goodbye.