533 West Wrightwood

Four years ago today my brother Bryan (pictured above) helped me move all of my things out of the adorable top-floor, one-bedroom apartment I was renting in a hundred-year-old greystone on West Wrightwood Avenue in Chicago, Illinois and into a U-Haul truck in preparation for my journey to San Francisco. The apartment, my first without roommates, was charming and cozy and had so much damn character and I thought I would live there forever, but then I accepted a job offer across the county and was forced to sublet it to a nice guy who was getting a divorce. It was a great little place though. Below are pictures.

It made me smile to see the two quotes that I'd written on the blue-framed chalkboard pictured above. Both of the quotes were taken from books I'd finished reading around that time. The first quote ("I go to seek a Great Perhaps.") contains the last words of French Renaissance writer François Rabelais, which John Green wrote about in Looking for Alaska. The second quote ("...you could drive yourself crazy with ifs.") is from Gabrielle Zevin's Elsewhere. If I recall correctly, the lines in the bottom right-hand corner of the board represent the number of times in a row Bryan had beaten me in chess.

How has it been four years since I left Chicago? I must have blinked, I guess.