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here's something i like about san antonio: i can wear earrings that border on ghetto and no one will judge me. that's right, i can look all latina and shit and blend right in with every other 20something (except those in stone oak, though if you're there late enough at night, we take over that side of town, too). that shit don't fly in austin.

here's something i don't like about san antonio: damn near everything else.

i live in austin; i'm better than you! or so everyone assumes. but remember, puto, i'm from san antonio. that's right, i'm not all that cool considering my big escape took me 90 miles away.

shit, in hindsight, 90 miles IS an escape. this city is a fucking black hole that sucks you in and makes you feel as though leaving is completely unnecessary and, hell, even impossible at times. but i still don't want to believe that austin is where i should be, even if i do (secretly) love it there.

seriously, though, i miss austin. i feel guilty for missing it since i know i should value the time i'm spending con mi familia, but this place feels so foreign lately.

mira, "this place." who the hell do i think i am?