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I miss Chicago.
Not that I don't love the people I have here, because I do. I may not have a ton of friends here, but I do love the ones I have, and I'm looking forward to spending more time with them.
But I miss the city of Chicago. I'm sad that I have to miss taste of Chicago, and all the street performers, and the nightlife and all the street fairs and all the awesome things that go on in Chicago over the summer. I get Chicago in the dead of winter... which, truly, isn't so much fun. The nickname "The Windy City" came from politics, but no lie, it's really fucking windy. I guess it's because of the way they situated the architecture.... creates wind tunnels. So no one is ever out. In the summer, they take the windows out of some bars and restaurants. They were starting to do it when I was leaving, and I noticed it when I first got there. Chicago is way devoted to aesthetic beauty -- seriously, if you make your way out there, hit up Millenium Park. I wish I was there to experience all of that.
And plus, I'm really bored here. I don't get to go out often. Bowling on Saturday was fricking hilarious... but I'm used to going out more often than that. I still need to get that damn job, and even though I applied to a few places on the internet today, I think I need to actually get off my ass/wake up early enough to go out and get paper applications. I think a job will help my life pick up. I'm used to a pretty fast-paced lifestyle. Here I feel like I'm just waiting until an appropriate hour to sleep... Of course, then I oversleep and miss the whole day. We need to make more plans, dear Phoenix readers.
Not that I don't love the people I have here, because I do. I may not have a ton of friends here, but I do love the ones I have, and I'm looking forward to spending more time with them.
But I miss the city of Chicago. I'm sad that I have to miss taste of Chicago, and all the street performers, and the nightlife and all the street fairs and all the awesome things that go on in Chicago over the summer. I get Chicago in the dead of winter... which, truly, isn't so much fun. The nickname "The Windy City" came from politics, but no lie, it's really fucking windy. I guess it's because of the way they situated the architecture.... creates wind tunnels. So no one is ever out. In the summer, they take the windows out of some bars and restaurants. They were starting to do it when I was leaving, and I noticed it when I first got there. Chicago is way devoted to aesthetic beauty -- seriously, if you make your way out there, hit up Millenium Park. I wish I was there to experience all of that.
And plus, I'm really bored here. I don't get to go out often. Bowling on Saturday was fricking hilarious... but I'm used to going out more often than that. I still need to get that damn job, and even though I applied to a few places on the internet today, I think I need to actually get off my ass/wake up early enough to go out and get paper applications. I think a job will help my life pick up. I'm used to a pretty fast-paced lifestyle. Here I feel like I'm just waiting until an appropriate hour to sleep... Of course, then I oversleep and miss the whole day. We need to make more plans, dear Phoenix readers.