Just another day in Chicago.

What a whirlwind of a week. Holy schmokes. Moving is fun, Chris and I like it so much this was our third move in under nine months. Switching addresses for bills and utilities and credit cards is all part of the crazy ride. However I am hoping we stay in this place for a little bit longer than four months. Third times a charm... Let's recap this wonderful first week of June.

Monday: Packed up our UHaul only to find out we own way too much shit and had to leave a lot behind. Sad to think my Tj Maxx Christmas trees will not be joining us for our first December in Chicago. But at least I'm happy to know all our Topeker neighbors were already scavenging our trash before we could even pull out of town. What is one person's trash is another Topekan's treasure. We finally pulled out of Peker around 3:30. What a moment this was for me. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. Good bye Topeka for good, it's just almost too much. Luckily, I wrote an Ode to Topeker which I will be posting at a later date. We drove all the way to Joliet, Il, which is right outside of Chicago, before pulling over for the night. Naturally I was stoked about staying here as Joliet is the birth place of one of the best college football players ever: Rudy.

Tuesday: We started the morning right with a hearty breakfast at Bob Evans. Classy joint, definitely big city eating. After what should have been no more than 40 minutes, but was actually about 75, we pulled up to our new home in Lincoln Park. Traffic is perplexing to me here. Where is everybody going I wonder? Why does everybody seem to slow down at the same places? All I know is that someone really needs to do something about this traffic because it's ridiculous, I will not stand for it. Anyway, our new place is the bottom floor of a very quaint victorian home on Wrightwood ave. Two houses to my left is a Starbucks and the other way is a bar. I'm in heaven. I'm not going to pretend unpacking was fun, because it wasn't. It was awful. Everybody knows Chris and I are a perfect couple and never fight about anything because we are perfect, but on this day we had quite a few choice words for each other. "Lift!" "I am!" "Move over!" "Stop pushing!" "To the right!" "Don't drop that!" "I hate you!" "I'm leaving!" "You're the devil!" "Burn in hell!" Just standard moving dialogue. Thank God my mom was there or else Chris and I might have had our first physical fight. I know we were both game for it. But after eight grueling hours later we had all of our boxes into our tiny place. So now it was time to fit a square peg into an awkwardly layed out apartment. But thanks to alot of patience and understanding (aderol) we finally got it all done. 

Wednesday: When in doubt go to Ikea. What a wonderful place this cheap Swedish store is. If Sweden is anything like Ikea I want to go. We let our little hearts go bargain wild and picked out new rugs and blankets and light fixtures and even a cool little bar for our living room because we have friends now. We're going to have to entertain all the friends that come over I'm sure (Katy? Andy? Kate?) and the list really goes on and on. We're "friend people" now.

Thursday: Time to explore/lose my phone. Lose your phone? Well why not I've only cracked four different screens now, let's go ahead and just lose it completely. I've got money to throw around. I looked inside and out for my naughty little iPhone and it's no where. I'm assuming it decided to head back to Peker. And I want nothing to do with negative phones so the hell with it. My mom and I spent the day galavanting around Lincoln Park. I was quite impressed with the diversity of it all. So many Mexican mamas and their white babies! It was adorable. Harlow is still struggling with the whole city dog concept as he chose to take a large poo right in the middle of the street at a busy cross section. I picked up his shit as numerous car dwellers watched with a look of glee i  their eye. We stopped at a cute outdoor restaurant for a refreshing sangria. Around 7 we headed to the train to pick up Chris's sister Ashley to show her our new place. She's beyond thrilled to have her little bro in the same city.

And here we are today. Friday, Friday, party'n party'n yeah. I think I should change the name of this blog to something more appropriate and original like "Girl in the City" or "Tay in the City" or "Me and Harlow in the city." Anything ending with "in the city" would suffice and be appropriately cliche. We'll just have to see. Cheers to my first Friday in Chicago, may yours be just as good.