And there it is. The last day of winter break.
Since college, my relationship with Chicago has become a wintertime thing. It’s always the holidays, always cold. Time is spent in diners, at house parties, on friends’ couches. It’s the same old scene, and it’s easy to imagine the place is frozen year round like it is at Christmas.
Some things change. I don’t know anyone still at my high school. And I get lost in the city more than I’d expect. And there are all these new buildings.
I’m still learning what it means to be from the place.