OVERSEAS
8 years. I wonder if somewhere deep down inside myself I knew when I stepped on that plane that I might never be coming “home” again, at least not to live. I don’t remember thinking about it, really, other than being excited about going back at last. It had been a dream of mine for 14 years to return to Europe, and finally it was coming true. It’s not that I have anything against moving back to the States, it’s just that I feel I belong here. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED Chicago and love it still and miss...