Issue #27
Goodbye Chicago. You’ve always had a place for me on your
broad boulevards. But, I’m married now
and it’s time for me to move on. To
settle near family and have kids of my own.
Find a place to call “home” and live the clichés of Thanksgiving dinners
and grilling in the backyard. I love my
simple life of taking the “el” to work and checking out the neighborhoods on
the weekend; but I must go.
I remember the day I decided to move
here. After that misleading job
interview, I wondered all around the Loop knowing there was nothing I could do
back in Michigan. Staring at the
spitting faces of Crown Fountain.
Grabbing a hot dog and fries at Max’s Take Out. I gave myself one year to sink or swim and
moved into my Spartan Ravenswood apartment a few days later.
Now, the moving truck has all our
junk in it and we’re starting a new life in Rochester, New York. Will it be better than Chicago? Apples and oranges. But, I will miss the activity of a
world-class city. The adventure,
amusement, and/or oddities I could find around every street corner. The food.
All of my friends going to dive bars, the bartering of Maxwell Street
Market, all kinds of concerts at a wide variety of venues, apartment parties
for any reason, and just sitting on the porch people watching. It’s been good.
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