Last August I moved to Chicago. After living in rural Iceland (where it was a big event when the produce truck came to the local shop), walking down Michigan Avenue in tourist season was mind boggling.
I spent a month in suburban Detroit, where I read Sonnet 116 at my youngest brother’s wedding. I went on a nature walk, found an office I liked, met old and new friends, and got to know my parents again. My two brothers and I got the band back together in Charlottesville VA. Between us we play guitar, mandolin, keyboard, banjo, trumpet, bass, and we sing. We have so much fun.
I love Chicago. This winter may be one of the worst on record, but the city has welcomed me. I have made friends with many artists, entrepreneurs, writers, and other creative, ambitious, amazing people. I talk to new people every day. I found an office where I like to spend my days. I eat bacon. I ride the train. I play my guitar. I write. I edit books. I am an American in America.