A few weeks ago during a run on the lake path I snapped a quick photo of the view. Fourteen years ago (yikes) when I semi-permanently moved to Chicago to go to college, I was extremely lucky enough to live right on the water, with even a few of those years having a sandy beach for my backyard. I vividly remember going to my first college class ever--Early European History--and being told by the teacher that despite living right on the lake, I would end up taking it for granted. That I would walk by it everyday and forget that it's there and forget that it's beautiful. And I said, "No way, not gonna happen." And you know what, it didn't. I spent 7 years living on the lake--first in Roger's Park and then in Edgewater--and I spent 5 of those years roadbiking that lake path every morning, mosty alone during the quite 6am hour, breathing in the fresh air and listening to whatever mixes I had made for that week. Then I'd get home, quickly get ready and hop on the train to get downtown for work. At 5pm I'd rush home to get back on my bike again to log another 15 miles, riding toward downtown, circling Oak Street beach, and finally heading north to make it home just as the sun set.
It's my very own place that just happens to be a place for everyone else. I had an extremely scary bike accident on this path at the Belmont Harbor entrance. I've lived off the Ardmore entrace and the Berwyn entrace. Kevin and I got engaged right off the Fullerton entrance... Funny how a stretch of concrete is responsible for so many years of memories. I think everyone should have a place like this.