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My Kind of Town

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Chicago.

I used to live there.

Briefly.

At the turn of the millennium.

It was another world away, another lifetime ago.

And on the seventeenth year that I left, to the month, I made a return visit there.

As the plane approached Lake Michigan, I felt a thrill and a worry.

You can never go back…

The scope of the city presented itself slowly, then expanded, and expanded some more, and I was reminded of how sprawling Chicago was. There was so much to see. There were so many memories. As we touched down, I didn’t know if I was ready. I was afraid of what I might find. More than that, I was afraid of what I might not find.

There is nothing more terrifying than the emptiness of a heart, even if it has been broken.

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