I came to Chicago in hopes of fixing our unraveling relationship.
Any second now, he’d walk through the airport doors, and my new life - our new life - would start. I reached toward my throat, grabbing the necklace Jarrett gave me years ago, hoping to quiet my fidgeting hands. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying and failing at relieving my nervous energy. I was standing by baggage claim in O’Hare Airport, holding the two oversize duffle bags I’d haphazardly filled with all my belongings during my last days in San Francisco. Welcome to It’s Complicated, stories on the sometimes frustrating, sometimes confusing, always engrossing subject of modern relationships.