It’s funny how we take the places around where we grew up for granted. I put places like Galena, the top of the Sears Tower, and that Thai restaurant in downtown Wheaton into a box. The box of things that have always been there, so I subconsciously assume will always be there and therefore don’t pay them any attention. Yet when I’m traveling, I get geeked over visiting a small town in The Netherlands, seeing the Eiffel Tower lit up at night or dining at a whole in the wall sushi joint in Brisbane…
Archive for : November, 2017
I gave myself Thanksgiving Day as a deadline to pick a city and book a one-way ticket. That’s only a week away and to be honest, I was already making excuses as to why I should put it off another month… or three…
Without the familiarity and judgement that used to accompany thoughts of Chicago, I’m free to take pleasure in everyday things. I am free to treat Chicago like any other foreign city I visit. Going places I’ve never gone and doing things I’ve never done. Revisiting places I’ve been before to see how they’ve changed, soak them in, and build new memories. I am immersing myself in the the local community and strengthening the relationships the defined my youth.
As we drove toward their house outside the city, CrazyTown faded into the distance and The South came into focus. My aunt pointed out various statues, monuments and landmarks pertaining to the American Civil War. Having only ever lived in or traveled through the North and West, this was my first encounter with tangible evidence of the Civil War. It didn’t take me long to notice how Confederate-centric these Civil War displays were. At first, I assumed I wasn’t seeing the the whole picture through the sporadic car window snapshots.