I’m standing on our patio. In the distance the Sears Tower is clearly visible, surrounded by other tall buildings just a couple of miles away. I hear music in the air; a nearby block party is still in progress. Airplanes are lined up in the sky on their approach to O’Hare. I hear a nearby conversation on an adjacent patio. Whiffs of cigar smoke occasionally pass by. Across the alley the lights in other condos reveal life in progress. The alley below is well lit with LED lights yet nearly silent. There is little movement below.
One month ago I sat in the backyard of our beautiful home in Central New York dreaming about our future life in Chicago.
That dream has come true.