Years later, after living in Our Nation’s Capital for 22 years, it was emotional to return after we left. When I flew into National Airport, my heart would skip. The Capitol. The Potomac. It signaled home to me.
So . . . as I flew into Midway Airport yesterday, I’d been sleeping in seat 2E on my Southwest flight when the pilot announced that we would be landing momentarily. And I opened my eyes to see Lake Michigan over my neighbor in 2F and . . . my heart skipped for the first time since I’ve moved to Chicagoland. After three years, I think I’m home.