Back in Chicago for a few days.

As I was walking though the airport I saw a novelty shop called "Chicago Treasures." For some reason just seeing the word "Chicago" on the wall made me get a little choked up.

But this feeling quickly faded while I was on the el. The trains were moving slowly and all I could think was 'freaking el, it's even slow in the middle of the afternoon.' Then I realized, it felt like I never left. Like I was home from a vacation. Suddenly I couldn't even picture Boston in my mind, as though moving there never happened.

When I got to Arnie's apartment I noticed that my small things I left were in the exact same places. A few CD's on his desk, vitamins next to the computer, a bobbly pin and pair of earrings on the dresser. It looked like a ghost of myself was still living there.

I mentioned this to Arnie, and he smiled and simply said 'I know.'