I have been in Chicago for seven months. It has been hard. About once a week I have said, "That's it. I'm out." I have discovered I am a nature lover. To me, seeing trees and open abandoned space heals my soul.
The constant sight of concrete does not.
I miss my car. This confession makes me sound like a stupid American but I miss my car. I like having that quiet time in the morning. I don't like strangers sneezing in my ears and spooning me at 8:05 in the morning. I like hearing birds, not sirens. The longer I am here, the more I crave the OBX.
I don't like walking down a street and seeing 700 fliers stapled to one light post. It clutters my mind. It makes me anxious. I don't like it.
So what now? What is the next step. I don't know. But, I know this. The motto is forward!
Lesson learned thus far: I am usually wrong.
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