Chicago!

We arrived yesterday evening at around 6:30, in the rain, our car packed to the brim, and over, with our dog and cat and a five-month stay ahead of us.

We had encountered Chicago rush hour traffic.

Found our apartment. Not really knowing where we are.

Unpacked, hauled suitcases and bags up three flights.

Ate something. Spent.

Bed.

Wife couldn’t sleep.

Restless pets, dog wandering about the house like a sleepless college student before an exam.

Cat meowing for God knows what reason.

Car alarm goes off at 5:30 am.

Ours?

Yes.

Downstairs to discover front driver’s door partially opened.

What? How? No damage. Fluke.

Made coffee. Everything’s good after strong, black coffee.

The morning, after a nighttime arrival, is always revealing.

I look around. The apartment we’re staying in, courtesy of a friend, is light-filled. Airy.

Our dog, Manon, observes Chicago from the deck of our new apartment.

Down the stairs. I step outside.

Look around. Yes, it’s true.

We’re here.

Chicago.