I tell people where I live and they say little to nothing. I tell people where I came from, where I started, and they show an understanding that I live where I currently do for a reason.
For a large part of my childhood, I straddled the line between city girl and suburban girl. My grandparents, currently living in the Austin neighborhood of Chicago, like to say that they raised me during the first years of my life. I have vague memories of my immediate family’s time in this neighborhood, but I will always remember my grandparents’ home – truly, my second home – in a quiet enclave of the area.
The blocks were long, very long, seemingly neverending. The houses were never small and usually fit somewhere between just right and too much.