City Reflections | Finding My Way

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There comes a time where you look at your city, like an old lover, and feel you’ve already seen all there is to see. A sense of monotony sets in, a lack of excitement leaves you feeling a bit underwhelmed and unfulfilled. You’ve explored the neighborhoods, checked out the new and happening restaurants and somehow, you don’t know when, but it does, it loses that luster. Chicago is my home and like anything with deep, sentimental ties, it holds you close. But, I’ve felt weighed down for quite a while, perhaps longer than I would like to admit. Chicago wasn’t the only thing in my life that lost it’s luster.

And as I recently regained my own time and independence, I wanted to rebuild my relationship with the city that I call home. One of the longest relationships I’ve had. And so, I wrote down a list of ‘adventures’ that I thought would spark the excitement once again. For a mere $10, I jumped aboard the water taxi and rode up and down the Chicago River. The excitement started to bubble inside me again. Had I not seen the city, my city, from this angle before? I had found a way to refresh; and those months of sulking had been renewed. And as I rode through the city, on this yellow boat, from day to dusk, all was well. The reflections of the city, on the water, was magic. We had found our way, once again.

Photos by Jennifer Coffey Photography

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