I think I’ll miss you most of all.

Alright Chicago, I am officially out of here.  Bags packed, leaving on a jet plane... all of that. Some day I'll be back, this is too good of a city not to revisit.  But for now, I must continue the journey. There's no place that's home.

The City Waves Goodbye

Long-haired summer Saturdays an hour before it gets holistically hot You're still in bed if memory serves but when does memory ever serve? Just good mornings and goodbyes everything else is a pact with the devil, my soul for a window seat on the train and a silent phone Getting home isn't quite so simple … Continue reading The City Waves Goodbye