Easter Morning
Techically it's Easter morning in Chicago, although actually still the wee hours of Saturday night, and I'm typing this in the window of my new bedroom, far above the twinkling lights and surging taxicab traffic of Rush Street. It's very "Down in the Depths on the 90th Floor". :o) My room-mate and I exchanged Easter baskets early, so I plan on spending the actual holiday tomorrow finishing packing up the old place at Addison and Lake Shore Drive in preparation for the final part of my big move next week. There are so many boxes to pack, and so much to give or throw away if I'm going to successfully simplify my life and break this generations-old pack-rat tradition. It's kind of weird to close up boxes of books and dishes that won't see the light of day again until I find my new California home in the fall. I'm lucky I have friends to help me out until then, so I can avoid signing another year-long lease here in Chicago. By Christmas I'll be settled somewhere far west of here; hopefully in a surprisingly affordable little apartment nestled in the hills of San Francisco, surrounded by its highrises, parks, staircases and trolley tracks, with a backdrop of the Golden Gate Bridge and the sparkling blue Pacific beyond. Sounds pretty nice. Until then, I still have six months of summer concerts and street fairs, beach days and road trips, in a city that's been pretty good to me over the past eight years. Hopefully I'll be here long enough to see one last change of leaves as fall colors the city with brown-leaf littered streets and bright orange and yellow hued tree branches. Then I can get out just before the "hawk" blows in. I promise to have more photos next time...





