Past, Present, Past

Chicago is an endless thread of things that used to be. The past recycles here, and every bar I walk into, street I turn down or table I sit at is a landmine filled with memories waiting to explode. And lately, it's been nonstop.

Not that this is entirely bad. I moved to Chicago for this reason. I wanted to be closer to my family and that kind of geographic proximity means being closer to a lot of other people I knew as well. So, voluntarily, I've gotten to reconnect with some really influential people from years gone by. Even though time had moved us on, we were able to sit over drinks and act as if it never did. It felt really nice. It's like rediscovering your favorite sweathshirt, broken in and comfortable from years of a perfect fit.

But there's awkward moments to. And, unsurprisingly, we're bound to come face-to-face with people we have unresolved issues with - these relationships and moments in time that feel unfinished.

So, what then? Do we reach out to tie up loose ends? I'm not so sure. I think some chapters are meant to come to a close. Others, well, the story just unravels and gives way to something else that's meant to happen. And I think deep down we know the difference.

Or at least I hope so. Unless of course fate has it's way of deciding for us, which it has a funny way of doing.  

 

 

 

 

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