Our Last Day In Chicago

So many emotions surrounded our last day in Chicago.

I’m not a nostalgic person when it comes to stuff, but places are another story. Places have the power to transport me back to exactly how I felt in a particular moment in that place.

I remember being a newlywed and moving into an apartment that I had never seen the inside of. I remember the excitement of it all. I remember the tiny bathroom, the single closet, and dragging groceries up the obnoxiously narrow set of stairs to get to our third story apartment. But most of all I remember though basking in the bright light of that apartment and dreaming up anything and everything. Things felt possible. I felt adult. I felt alive.

The amount that this city has forced us to grow is something I’ll forever be grateful for. Although it’s time to move on this isn’t goodbye, it’s just a simple see-ya-later.