My god I miss Chicago. I loved everything about that fucking city. Before I went, my favorite place in the world had been San Francisco, and I still have a place in my heart for the city by the bay, but Chicago… I knew I was going to love the midwest before I ever got there, but I wasn’t prepared for the crazy mix of urban sophistication, traditional simplicity, and salt-of-the-earth realness that I encountered there.
I suspect that two decades from now when I’ve been a few more places and seen a few more things and wasted more time, like everybody, doing the other things that I didn’t mean to do, I’ll be thinking of maybe returning to Chicago for my old age every bit as much as I’ll think about returning to San Francisco or to a small trailer somewhere near the Antelope Island causeway…
I want to get old already so that I can play that game of chess and enjoy what I’ve done, instead of still having to put in the fucking godforsaken hours necessary to build, sustain, or at least avoid destroying it.
I’m ready to walk away from the table and cash in, but unfortunately, it’s gonna be a while.