{"id":152706,"date":"2019-11-14T05:03:47","date_gmt":"2019-11-14T10:03:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=152706"},"modified":"2024-10-27T15:25:32","modified_gmt":"2024-10-27T19:25:32","slug":"tbt-sweet-home-chicago","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=152706","title":{"rendered":"#TBT Sweet Home Chicago"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/75388398_10158015550609551_3916680685535887360_n.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/75388398_10158015550609551_3916680685535887360_n.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"960\" height=\"634\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-152707\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/75388398_10158015550609551_3916680685535887360_n.jpg 960w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/75388398_10158015550609551_3916680685535887360_n-100x66.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/75388398_10158015550609551_3916680685535887360_n-200x132.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/75388398_10158015550609551_3916680685535887360_n-768x507.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/75388398_10158015550609551_3916680685535887360_n-400x264.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nI hadn&#8217;t seen this picture before. I&#8217;m staring at it, agog. It captures such a huge moment. This was taken the morning I left Chicago, packing up my car (and my cat Sammy) to drive back East to go to grad school. I have so many mixed feelings. I have so many mixed feelings about my choice to move. I made it in haste and &#8211; as they say &#8211; have &#8220;repented at leisure.&#8221; Rachel was there that morning to send me off (this photo is from her photo album). She was also there to be there for Mitchell, once I was gone. She knew he would need her, it was upsetting all around. There was a lot of emotion. <\/p>\n<p>I am wearing a &#8220;Pat McCurdy T-shirt&#8221; and anyone who knows me will know that this was a deliberate clothing choice. Again, so many mixed feelings. <\/p>\n<p>The night before, a bunch of us had all gone out to dinner &#8211; a big group of friends &#8211; my farewell dinner. I had invited Michael to come. He didn&#8217;t show. I hate it when other people do this but I will just say that this was before cell phones. (The reason I hate it is that the majority of human history &#8220;was before cell phones&#8221;). So, if you didn&#8217;t show up to something, if you got delayed, then, oh well, you just didn&#8217;t show up and nobody would know what had happened because nobody could call anybody. I was a little sad about Michael not being there. I was leaving early the next morning. It meant I might not see him again. Ever. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=35814\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">Something important had happened with him<\/a>, I felt that saying goodbye to it and him was important. Goodbyes had way more finality in those days. <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, after the dinner, Mitchell and I came home. It was about 11 o&#8217;clock at night. I sat out on our front steps. I was drinking grape ginger ale. Why do I remember these things? It was a quiet night. I loved that neighborhood. We lived right behind the Music Box Theatre in Chicago. So I just sat there for about an hour, not saying anything, taking it all in for the last time. Facing an unknown future. At some point, I became aware of a man walking down the sidewalk approaching our house. It was so dark, with the night, and the tree shadows, I couldn&#8217;t see his face, but I&#8217;d recognize that walk anywhere. it was Michael. Come to say goodbye. He was smarter than I was in a lot of ways. In so many ways. He knew our goodbye had to be private. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I hadn&#8217;t seen this picture before. I&#8217;m staring at it, agog. It captures such a huge moment. 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