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Today I am marking five years of living in Chicago. This is longer than I’ve lived in any one town since Nashville, which is where I lived when I became old enough to be even aware of living in a place (age >1-8 or so). And so I painted the flag of this city I love unlike any other on the fingers of my left hand. The four stars are for four significant events in the city’s history as chosen by vexillographers or whatever, but I think I have lived here long enough to assign them to four things for myself, now; it’s a fun distracting task. I think those things would have to be:

my friends here who are wonderful and many

my apartment which is my favorite place I’ve ever lived

every show ever except the few that weren’t fun

Ag47 and being part of that community of amazing women and girls who make and write and perform things.

So that is what I’m thinking of, today.