Peachy

I have this fear that if I talk too much about the good things that come my way, something really bad will happen. (I guess that's pretty common...like HPV). But, I'm happy right now and I'm gonna write about it.

I am happy because I just returned from a pretty hastily planned Chicago trip. I now have a rad apartment with a rad roommate named Lauren on a tree-lined, brick-building-lined street between Ukranian Village and Wicker Park. My interviews were good, but I am going to spare details and let my superstition rule me on this one. I saw Chloe and Chelsea. I saw Amanda before she goes to Paris. We drank wine outdoors on Bastille Day and watched little boys play baseball in Welles Park. I stayed with Maggie and Peter and had a lovely time with both of them even though they took me to a really shitty Thai restaurant on my first night, but made up for it with great falafel, my own key, Office DVDs, a comfy couch, train and bus assistance, a good cereal collection, drinks at Bluebird, and their proximity to Trader Joes (45 second walk!). I learned that Jewel is to Dominick's what Price Chopper is to Hannaford's. I had dinner in Andersonville with a family friend I haven't seen in years. I walked miles and miles. I got tan and freckled. I sunned, read, talked, and walked on the beach and waded in Lake Michigan. I found an Amy Hempel book for $3. I made friends with the owner of a vintage store and got a large discount on a dress and sandals. I ran into one of my favorite clients from ex-job at Midway and shared flight back to Albany with him. I remembered I had beer and cable in my room upon my return and just watched last night's premiere of Project Runway. I am really excited about everything. Especially my beautiful apartment because it's the most tangible object of all this right now.

Don't worry, tomorrow I will probably go back to whining. I forsee an influx of slow walkers on Broadway and an increase in craziness at the restaurant....Woof!