Reminiscing

It was just under a decade ago that I packed all of my earthly possessions into a rental truck, and moved my ass up to Chicago from Fort Wayne. I remember being so exhausted from it all that if it hadn't been for a really good friend showing up and kicking our asses into unloading the truck, it all might still have been in that truck to this day.

As I sit in my hotel room this evening, digesting a couple of dogs from Portillo's, it occurs to me how much I love Chicago.

I haven't got any intention of leaving Vassar. I can see myself working here pretty much until they throw me out. But at the same time, if I had to move to a big city, Chicago would be on the top of my list.

I know that's blasphemy, and I know it means I'd get to see a lot fewer Yankee games, but seriously... all you have to do is take a walk on the Lake to realize that Chicago has got a lot of... beauty, for lack of a better word, that New York is simply lacking.

New York is an exciting city, but it's not Chicago.

I just wish D wasn't working this week, so she could've come with. Would have been nice to show her around a bit.