so yeah, it's an imperfect analogy: i abandoned chicago not out of pride or hubris but out of sheer devastation (though looking back now i can totally understand how rubble can give rise to something wonderous). and i returned not because i had gone off and failed but because, simply, i missed the city.
what a great two days. it was neither difficult nor painful to be back. C loved it. we had beautiful weather, though it was hot as hell. oak street beach was gorgeous. we ate quesadillas and salad as the sun set sunday night.
i'm so thankful that chicago is still chicago to me, and not some scar on my psyche. i owe so much of that to C, i think, and to my general zeal to move forward with life.
i think that, in the end, what these last two days confirmed for me is that i left chicago in order to preserve the spell the city holds on me.
i'm so glad i did.
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