Gorgeous weather greeted me on this month’s visit to the bay area, which was a nice chance of pace from the snow here in Denver.
Six years ago I lived in Chicago for all of seven months. I hated it. It was just after college and it was one of those impulse moves where I just needed to get away and try something new. I should have tried something else.
I lived in the wrong place with the wrong person and I was miserable. As an intern who got paid $7/hour, my rent was $750/month..you do the math. I chose the late shift at my internship and worked overtime every day because it meant a free dinner. I worked weekends at a wine store in the suburbs so I could make rent. I vividly remember spending my last $1.50 on a can of ravioli for dinner and hoping I could make it to the next paycheck. When you don’t have money, Chicago fucking blows.
Cut to today. I have money and Chicago, as it turns out, is quite a lovely place to visit. Even for just one night.
On the way to visit my parents, the husband and I stayed one night in a lakeside room at the Congress Plaza Hotel, which would have been more spectacular if hadn’t been gray and rainy the entire time.
A downpour of rain forced us to stay close to the hotel, which is okay because it resulted in the best goddamn steak I’ve had in years. Seriously, Midwesterners, you know how to cook a steak. Bless you.
Just returned from my first trip to Europe (gasp, I know) and my first thought is “when do I get to go back?”
We stayed in Brussels with my in-laws and while Brussels does have it’s perks, I can’t say I’d really want to spend more time there. It’s loud, traffic never stops, and most people walk around looking mildly annoyed and speaking languages I don’t understand.
I’ve decided that I don’t get to Wyoming near enough. It’s just a few hours away and it’s freaking beautiful. Must. Go. More. The husband and I just got back from a long weekend there with some of his family and we did a lot of fun things that end with in’.