chicago, chicago

I made it. Here I am again, back home from home. You'll be pleased to know that, unlike my first arrival in Chicago, I didn' t throw up. And unlike my last plane trip, I didn't pass out into the aisle. I was very well behaved.

A very short list

It was nice to:

have a huge sign with my name on it held up for me in the airport

meet old friends again

walk into a new apartment that already feels like home

I had a window seat with no window, but I

 managed to snap these grainy pictures as we

 flew somewhere over Greenland.