Have you ever revisited a precious childhood memory and found it to be a little less magical and a little more disheartening than you remember? I’m almost certain we all do this from time to time only to be let down, but why? Is it that we prefer the lie that we made of it? Or is it that there is no doubt in our minds that the things we loved in the past hold just as much meaning to us as they once did?
I don’t know, but the point is that life in Chicago started feeling this way to me a long time ago. I try to hold on to the times that I adored about this place, but trying to relive them is frivolous. Those times are gone. After a while, your life just becomes a path that you wore between work and home, and it just doesn’t feel the same. I want more than what I have. I might not know what that is, but I know no one is going to give it to me.
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