I feel like I should be bracing myself for winter: That’s what everyone else told me to do. Brace myself for the times I won’t be able to leave the apartment and for the times I’ll be so miserable, I’ll wish I hadn’t moved here. Better yet! Brace myself for the months everyone gets fat under their floppy winter clothes. I wonder when these things will happen, because things here so far have been… good.
I know, I know. I hesitate using that word: good. Good is reserved for something you don’t like, but are being polite about. Good is often meaningless, said when you’d rather get through the conversation than truly be heard.
And despite that, good is how Chicago has been. Happy? I’m not bursting. Terrible? Certainly not. Not sad and not joyous, although I’ve felt all of these descriptors at one point or another. Moving has been… good.
And rather than provide a catch-up essay on the details (though highlights include Michael and I moved in together!; We live in the suburbs :/; Finding girlfriends is like dating! and I’ve got some pretty sweet resolutions for 2015), here’s the visual version…
I actually spent the first six weeks of the move working in Texas, living from Sunday – Thursday with my parents. It was a nice way to ease into the move, but had the strange effect of making me feel like I was simply vacationing in Chicago every weekend. This in Houston on a warm October night.
First snow day! In preparation for the cold, I bought a Canada Goose to get me through the winter. It’s an extreme jacket, but it’s been worth it.
In November, work took me to Kalamazoo, Michigan. An unexpected snow storm on the first day meant trudging to the car in patent leather pumps. Other than the feet of snow we got, Michigan was not half bad! If you’re ever in Kalamazoo, make sure to hit up Bell’s Brewery.
Driving home on Lake Shore – Chicago skyline a welcome site.
There’s been lots of cooking over the past few months. This was a particularly successful tomato galette. It’s like a fancier pizza!
Happy to be back in Texas, celebrating the season with these fine people.
Hey, Bean. Heyyyy Chicago.