Lately I've been missing some of our old local haunts, the cozy corners of Chicago we returned to again and again while living in Lincoln Park. See, I'm the sort of person who quickly becomes a "regular" — a dedicated, brings-all-her-friends kind of patron.
From bars to bagel stands to stationery shops, I crave that easy familiarity. I like to know the market cashier by name and I like to have inside jokes with the office doorman. Mostly it's because I'm a creature of habit, but it's also because I believe in building relationships. All kinds, any kind, if only because it instills a bit of purpose, however small, into the everyday.
When the woman at the downstairs deli called me "Sweetie" yesterday and offered a sandwich on the house, it hit me: This is home, you know? I'm a local. I have a routine, I pass the same people on the street each morning, and I sort of really love it. I sort of really love all of it.
Attachment has a way of sneaking up on you, doesn't it?
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