It is what it is

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Downtown

Ah, how long has it been since I've posted at night? So I moved into Nick's room in the place on Crystal in Wicker Park. Guess what? He left all his stuff there. It's a giant pile in there, my stuff on top of his. Guess what else? I don't care. I'm finally semi-autonomous. I don't kid myself, I'm definately not independent, but semi is a start.

I biked to work this morning and it was really nice. The traffic can be hairy at times, and I got stuck on a million lights on Lake Street in the loop, but I'll hone my route and be right as rain in no time. I was able to wake up more than an hour later than I do in the burbs which makes the move worth it in itself. I'm looking forward to doing what I want again.

I do appreciate my folks putting me up for a spell. It was a rough time there for awhile.

So life continues unabated, and I continue to exist.

5 comments:

the homunculus said...

oh, the unbearable lightness.

you should choose your bike route based on the number of hot biking chicks along the way. ha ha, if you all don't get that joke you'll get it soon.

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Anonymous said...

We should do lunch in the city someday. Glad to hear you're liking being Miss Independent.

kit said...

The new nick sure smells better than the old one. Just keep that hot passionate rage for cats in check.

k.e.

Anonymous said...

Amazing how close the city neighborhoods are to the heart of Chicago by bike. An exhilarating free feeling to turn any way on a one way street , cruise through a stale red light, wiggle free from a traffic jam, to soak up the weather of a new day for more than the minute 's walk to and from automobile.

Have fun.

By the way, will. yo're working in my hood. at least two days a week at superior near the lake. Coffee nand a sandwich sometime for outdoor lunch. my treat,

mr. pitt

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