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kalvingjtake the way home, it leads back to sullivan street
by Kalvin Johnson
November 30, 2025
11/30/25 - 12:25am Zushi, Japan
That is a line from the song "Sullivan Street." I was looking back on the past and where I've been. We all have a place that we associate ourselves with. Whether it be a big fucking place or a very small place in the world.
A place that is similar to what I'm talking about is my grandparents' house in Butler, Pennsylvania. This place to other people may seem like any other countryside type of place, but to me it's like the most perfect place I've ever been. The smell of the summer, and sitting on the porch with my grandpa when I was younger, fuck.. that's the best thing I've ever felt in my life.
It's like that place is magic to me. It was during a time in my life when I had no worries. I was so young and just blinded with naivety and innocence, it felt so good to be there. That place is associated with happiness and bliss.
I always remembered it being so orange outside, so sunny and hot, and also the green grass and vast field of nature surrounding me. It was so fucking nice to be there.
I haven't been there in almost SIX years. I plan on going back next month to visit some family, but what I want to do is just sit outside like I used to and just look outside. I don't even want to think about the past, I just want to sit there again and just observe a place that I see as magic.
It's a complete time capsule; that place hasn't changed in the last century, and it will always feel like home to me, even though I currently reside in Japan.
My grandparents' house is my home, and I will always see it that way.
kj
by Kalvin Johnson
November 30, 2025
11/30/25 - 12:25am Zushi, Japan
That is a line from the song "Sullivan Street." I was looking back on the past and where I've been. We all have a place that we associate ourselves with. Whether it be a big fucking place or a very small place in the world.
A place that is similar to what I'm talking about is my grandparents' house in Butler, Pennsylvania. This place to other people may seem like any other countryside type of place, but to me it's like the most perfect place I've ever been. The smell of the summer, and sitting on the porch with my grandpa when I was younger, fuck.. that's the best thing I've ever felt in my life.
It's like that place is magic to me. It was during a time in my life when I had no worries. I was so young and just blinded with naivety and innocence, it felt so good to be there. That place is associated with happiness and bliss.
I always remembered it being so orange outside, so sunny and hot, and also the green grass and vast field of nature surrounding me. It was so fucking nice to be there.
I haven't been there in almost SIX years. I plan on going back next month to visit some family, but what I want to do is just sit outside like I used to and just look outside. I don't even want to think about the past, I just want to sit there again and just observe a place that I see as magic.
It's a complete time capsule; that place hasn't changed in the last century, and it will always feel like home to me, even though I currently reside in Japan.
My grandparents' house is my home, and I will always see it that way.
kj
