WE HAVE ARRIVED!
We left Texas at 8:30am Monday morning. We arrived in Missouri at 8:30pm that evening. I drove all 12 hours. The next day we drove the 5.5 hours left to Chicago. I drove all that way, too. I can now safely say that I am glad to be taking a break from driving for the next year or so. Also, in Missouri, when we stopped for gas, I braced myself for the humid, awful, overbearing heat when I stepped out of the truck. BUT NO. IT WAS A MIRACLE. 79 degrees and quite lovely. Who knew? (I mean, I KNEW, but I had never really experienced it. I can DEFINITELY handle these summers)
My apartment looks great. It took a while to put together all the IKEA furniture (the complaints against could fill an entirely separate post), but it is now “home.” I have a white-with-lots-of-color theme going, with a touch of elephant here and there. Here are pictures to satisfy your curious minds. (you can click them to make them bigger)
I’m actually really excited and pleased with how everything turned out. Every other place I’ve lived has felt temporary, or half-done. And I’ve never lived on my own before. I feel comfortable, safe, happy. I mean:
And I’ve already met a neighbor! She’s really nice (from the 30 seconds we talked in the hallway), and we’re probably going to get sushi soon. Because Spiro moved here with me, I hadn’t really worried about not meeting people. But even if I had worried, I’ve already set up a couple of tentative coffee/drink dates with people from my program and apartment complex. It was going to work out whether I worried or not, right? So I just saved myself a lot of stress by being positive and assuming it would work out.
Still nervous about my writing, though. I haven’t been writing much this summer (read: at all) except for an occasional journal entry. I’m worried I got too rusty. Or I’m worried I won’t find something to write about (although that’s a pretty constant worry, no matter where I am or how frequently I write). I’m hoping to find some really good writing spots around the city. Inspirational, you know. Get the creative juices flowing. [Other clichés about writing]
Before my mom and sister left this morning, we went out last night to explore Lake Shore Dr. (abbreviated LSD for future reference). The sun was making the sky a grand ole scene. I’m sure this is a common thing, but we were pretty enamored by it. And I felt stupidly lucky that I get to live here.
And then here is a bonus picture of my mother and sister being strange and funny and themselves.
I’m going to spend the next day or so feeling out the city, following up on job applications, and taking note of where the necessities are: hair dresser, nail salon, dry cleaners, doctor’s offices, etc. I’m looking forward for my graduate mixer at the end of the month, and for classes to start next month. For now, I’m going to make some lunch in my new kitchen and enjoy the view.
BONUS RANT: Why is IKEA furniture so difficult to assemble? Honestly, not a single word in the entire packet of instructions. And I get it. It would be expensive and difficult and print 20+ languages, sure. But not even letters? A sticker on this board, to show that THAT is the board with 4 holes, NOT this other board that looks exactly the same? I just unpacked my toaster and all I had to do was pull it out of the box, plug it in, and in 3 minutes I had a hot bagel that I could burn my fingers on. Yes, a toaster is not as complex as a desk, but still. Ok, I’m done.