Change

It’s weird to come back here and know that I will not see he who used to climb through my window on a nightly basis. It’s been years … but still … he was so much a part of my time here. He is engrained in my memory of this city. Strange: to walk the streets I used to walk, see the storefronts I used to know so well, walk past cafes and vintage clothing stores I frequented … It’s an eerie sensation of being in the past and the present at the same moment. Sometimes I feel like I might run into my younger self on these Chicago streets.