Chicago.
I used to live there.
Briefly.
At the turn of the millennium.
It was another world away, another lifetime ago.
And on the seventeenth year that I left, to the month, I made a return visit there.
As the plane approached Lake Michigan, I felt a thrill and a worry.
You can never go back…
The scope of the city presented itself slowly, then expanded, and expanded some more, and I was reminded of how sprawling Chicago was. There was so much to see. There were so many memories. As we touched down, I didn’t know if I was ready. I was afraid of what I might find. More than that, I was afraid of what I might not find.
There is nothing more terrifying than the emptiness of a heart, even if it has been broken.
