The longer I stayed away, the more I lived and took the lumps everyone takes as they mature, the more I couldn’t stop thinking about Cleveland, about that blank so close to where I started. Chicago and New York City are wonderful places, world cities, filled with great people and great things. But they didn’t need me, and I didn’t need them, at least not in the same way that I needed Cleveland.
A thing I wrote about my new job, and my new/old/deathless place to live. Please to enjoy, and if you have things to say about worlds half-finished, half-undone, holler at your cisbro p t b e a t t y at the g m a i l. Thanks for listening.