it’s funny how memories come flooding back when you step into familiar places.
i met a friend for PB&Js (pizza, beer and jamo shots) at the boiler room this evening. that table in the back we always used to sit at, the one i had to pass on my way to the ATM? trigger. heading home, i decided to be responsible and take the fullerton bus to the brown line instead of paying for a cab. vas foremost. revolution. 2 amigos. gaslight coffee roasters…triggers. slippery slope. chicago distilling company. the radler. new additions and pointed reminders that everything is in flux. constantly changing; evolving. doors shutter; new things open up in their place.
i rounded the corner at fullerton and milwaukee—the one with lady liberty standing tall over that sketchy bank—and it hit me like a ton of bricks. all of the little details you never could have imagined would have been the ones that weighed heavy on your heart years later. we existed there. we were born there. we grew up there. and i suppose if i’m honest, we died there. a fact we ignored for eighteen more months.
but as i stood there on the corner waiting for the bus, two blocks from our first home, i was transported back to the beginning. those crisp november days, still so full of excitement and anticipation. everything was new. everything was possible. i can’t help but wonder if these places will ever hold new excitement and new possibilities…or if they will always serve as reminders of a past that has faded away and a future that will never be…