In my, let’s call it three years, since really being Everywhere Man I think I have grown a heart. There are emails or Facebook entries from friends or family wishing me well and asking how it is, but it is just making me sad. I miss home. I miss the cat. I miss that breakfast joint I went to for a year and the cleaner on the corner. Sure, I will head home each week for a while, but right now it is my second day at camp and I miss mom.
There is so much potential here. So many cool things to do and see. I wish this place came with a fast-forward to skip ahead to the part when I am cold and ruthless living in the city and have forgotten those simple suburbanites in the big mitten.
When I first moved to Chicago in 1991 it was a leap. Just jumped right in. It wasn’t until two years later driving a car while back home that I realized that I really like to drive. I, in fact, had not driven a car during those two years - it was just public transit.
Home is only four hours away. Four hours that I know will pass by quickly once I get in the swing of it. But I am older, and wiser, and know that eventually there will be another thing I miss like driving - but it won’t be that as I will be driving too much. It is definitely the cat.