Sweet Home Chicago? Home but not Home

Saturday 17 October (Chicago, Day 146) I have weird feelings around the idea of Chicago as ‘home’. On the one hand, I am intimately familiar with this place. Or, more, I was intimately familiar with this place. But that was in my childhood, in my youth. So, there’s a weirdness in how it has changed

She Brought Me Vegemite!

I was last in Chicago three years ago with my then-husband. We then found bicycles in the crawlspace under my parents’ house. We dusted them off, filled the tyres with air, and used them to get around town. Pulling one out now, I walk it to the nearest bicycle shop.   I thought it just