I'm remembering that and I'm like, "Okay, well this story is just like going to take its form" and just kind of like letting it.
The slow-paced feel of the big city was something I took for granted and is probably how I ended up in Chicago.
When I was young I’d spend long summer days just swinging. I’d close my eyes and imagine if I pumped my legs hard enough I could propel myself into the sky. I’d blink my eyes open and swear the sky looked a little closer.
From the “You are my best friend” messages randomly sent throughout the day to the “You are my sunshine” voice memos you send before I go to sleep, your words bring me strength.
I may not always be fully engaged in the breadth and scope of these possibilities, but having this framework is enough to keep me going wherever I’m at.
But what once felt like a mile-long river to my short, 7-year-old legs is now just another crack in the sidewalk to step over.