When I finally made it to Chicago, touching down in O’Hare to one of the busiest airports I had been to thus far in my short life, Nora and I absolutely ran to one another when we finally spotted one another in the crowd. Through the crowd I spotted her, the mop of brown hair and glasses matching mine. The elation I felt after having gone so long without seeing her practically bowled us both over.
Category: Travel Stories
The Windy City – Part 1 [Chicago, USA]
I’d traveled to Chicago plenty of times before–with my mom, with my dad’s family, with the high school band on an excursion to one of the wind ensemble clinics within the city. However, this was the first large trip I would take on my own, without anyone else to keep me company.