Apartment hunting was the name of the game today. We wandered all over Old Town looking for a place.
I love buildings that don’t have a thirteenth floor. The people on the fourteenth floor have got to know what’s up.
I haven’t completely settled on a place yet, but I’ve narrowed it down a bit and have some good leads on where I’m going to get stuff to go in my (as of yet) conceptual apartment.
We went to an art supply store so I could buy supplies to start making my own decorations... we shall see how that goes.
The guy that worked at the store couldn’t understand why I had moved away from California to live in Illinois… that really put things into perspective for me.
When I think about the fact that I am in Chicago, that sounds totally cool, but when I look at the bigger picture: that I am in Illinois, that does not seem totally cool. Anthropologically speaking I suppose I can infer that the culture allows the average Chicago native to see the world more broadly then the average California native… you know, or just me.
The Eating tour of Chicago continues:
-Big Bowl: Fresh Chinese and Thai
Three words: Ginger Crème Brule. Yum-o.
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