And you guys. I'm a winter, so I'll look freaking cute as a fucking button when it gets all "cold" and "miserable." You'll all be like, "whoa, we all told her it would really suck, but she's a GD winter so she CLEARLY showed us!" ...as she floats along in a snow drift slightly hued in the cheeks, her dark tresses curling delicately around her framing hood. All powder blues and rich and deep purples. The envy of all warm blooded creatures...
OK, so I'm a little defensive about the weather thing. And terrified. No big deal.
Airbnb's in the meantime. The first place I stayed was in Logan Square in this awesome, funky two bedroom apartment with Emy, a sleep technologist who (quite rightly) worked graveyard shifts so we would pass like ships in the night. Very cool lady, all the same. The second place I stayed was with Jim, a musician and father of four kids around my age who've all flown the coop and now he rents out their childhood bedrooms. Mine is a single bed with a headboard etched with flowers, painted choral with the walls painted light teal. It feels very homey, and Old Cat has taken to me and Orsino and sleeps with us every night. What a treasure.
My adventure is only just beginning in this town, and all I ask is that I can open my heart to Chicago and that Chicago opens its heart to me. No small feat, but I'm up for the challenge.