Closing time…every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…yeah!. ‑Semisonic, Closing Time.
This was the song I was karaoking the week before my exodus from Chicago, which had been my world mostly. The city where my origin story transpired was soon to be replaced. Goodbye, big city next stop ? Chapel Hill, NC. Sounds exciting ? That’s because it is. Unless you’re some unfeeling, stone hearted robot. Even then, some people really are that. As for myself a new adventure awaited, a new place filled with new people. Kinder, smarter peeps perhaps, with kinder and sweeter ways. I’m going to get deprogrammed from being an urbanite city slicker here, and that’s not entirely bad. Perhaps it’s what’s best for me after all. Look at the cities crumbling in chaos and panic throughout the country. People stampeding to escape wondering what were they even thinking being there in the first place.
I left the windy city on a Friday morning, Aug 31st, 2019 at approximately 6:30 am. There was a subtle, faint chill lingering in the air, indicative of a soon to be wintry autumn. Summer’s were weak in Chicago, which was a poetic insult. You wait all damned winter for the summer only to get a faint, teasing kiss of it. Where I was heading there wasn’t any winter, not winter to a true Chicagoan. I even managed to break my lease and break off my xfinity internet w/o penalties. My path was smooth as butter and silk. I even bequeathed by space aged high tech bed to my upstairs neighbor, a chocolate Nubian princess named Paris. Of course she begged me to help her move it on my way out, delaying me. Hassles of life. Fine, very well so be it. A hero is always sacrificial like this. Read More