Sweet Home

In which I briefly romanticize Chicago and then hit "send" because I've got shit to do now

I keep telling people I feel like I just got back from a five-year vacation. Minneapolis, Ithaca, Miami—all of that traveling was fun, but now I’m back home in Chicago, and it is so relaxing. The apartment we bought is intensely familiar, as one in any 1920s courtyard building would be after enough years of living in Chicago. I don’t have to use Google …