Now that I’m moving out of Chicago, people ask if this city changed me. Have I learned a lot? Do I feel like a different person? I try to think of an answer that doesn’t sound like a cheap fortune cookie or a cliché college application, but I can’t. There are simply few ways that Chicago could have changed me more.
When we first moved to this city, neither Marvin nor I had ever even been to Chicago.
We had no idea what to expect. As an east coaster, I’d been raised in a very “coast centric” way of thinking. The city rarely crossed my mind, and when it did, I suppose I thought about prairies and cold, and maybe deep dish pizza.