This week has been filled with late night walks, harbor discoveries, unexpected conversations with complete strangers, drunk karaoke and impromtu dance parties, packed pubs and quiet restuarants, getting soaked to the skin in sudden thunderstorms and loving every minute of it, shared smiles on trains, coffee shop book hours, and polar pop adventures. I have sunburned shoulders and blisters on my feet and I couldn't be more pleased.
I was sitting in a park the other afternoon, watching the [actually blue] water packed with sailboats of every color, noticing the skyline behind me and to the south, and it suddenly hit me -- i'm living IN CHICAGO. No matter what actually happens, my biography from here on out will always include the fact that I spent some time residing in the Windy City. And that's kind of fun.
That being said, I keep getting hit with ridiculous pangs of homesickness. And tonight, I'm busy missing people. I have so much more I wanted to say but I'll leave it at that for now. I'm thinking of all of you.
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