go home winter, you’re drunk.

As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night, however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if, on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs. Read More

Advertisements

one year later..

 

Although itโ€™s all still a little unreal, today is my one-year anniversary of living in Chicago!

Exactly 365 days ago I flew into a city wrapped in a blanket of snow on a weekend where the snow came down for days, and I never looked back โ€“thatโ€™s a lie. I look back all the time, but I truly am happy I risked it all to move here. NO RAGRETS. Read More