Post the First

I know, unfair to begin posting in my brand-spanking-new Chicago blog, when I am still in Boston for twenty-seven more days. However, I'm already starting to build the life here, so I figured I should begin ruminating on it in a more appropriate space.

I'm trying to have a lot of fun in the remaining days of Boston--Fenway Park, a drive to New Hampshire, a weekend with my mom and Audrey and of course, papers and papers and papers. And more eating of burgers and North End food. I will miss my buddies, especially Trish and Paula. But, in the end, there is so much more I miss about Chicago.

I was driving home last night, rounding LSD by the Drake Hotel, right before the exit for Chicago Ave. and I realized how much I am simply in love with the skyline of my city. My city. I looked at it, curving and bright, and thought how no matter what Boston, or Seattle or Georgia or anywhere else had to offer, there was something mythical and magical about how the buildings alligned and about diners like "Salt and Pepper" and the entire Gold Coast. Thereis something comfortable, but new, about Chicago for me. So much I haven't explored yet. i am not coming home to do mroe of the same; I am coming to a place to begin anew. Whether it's living with Erin or on my own, they'll both be completely new experiences. There's just a sense of permanency here, a sense of growth and development but with roots, that I don't think I can find anywhere else.

In twenty-seven days, I'm coming home. I didn't think I ever appreciated the immensity of that words before this weekend.