I live with my fiancé in Chicago’s South Loop and commute to an office in the NW suburbs three days a week. On Thursday nights I stay at my uncle’s place – also in the NW burbs. We catch up on the weeks’ happenings and I get a break from traffic.
This here is a picture of the house I grew up in. I can drive by it if I take the long way home (which I almost never do). Every year or few I swing by to take a look, to see what’s changed. And to be honest, I couldn’t tell you exactly what or all that has changed since I moved out 20 years ago.
I didn’t plan to visit today, but was called to it nonetheless. Lots of memories.