I moved to Chicago exactly four weeks ago. Sometimes it feels like I just got here but most of the time it feels like I’ve always been here. I am not the same girl I was back in LA, so I guess the girl I am today has always been in Chicago. I have been here just 4 weeks and have a new life, new friends, and I am happier than I have ever been.
I had my mom here with me the first week. The afternoon that we flew in we walked over to an outdoor cafe for dinner. I looked around and felt at peace. I was home. I could not have done this without my mom. If you’re reading this, thanks mom!
I spotted the President walking down the street.
I signed up for a 5k & started running. I love running through Chicago. I am definitely not very good at it, but running through my new home town feels amazing. I love this city.
I became a vegetarian again.
I had a girls night out with some of my favorite blog girls!
from left to right – jess, cathy, crystal, a lovely being, and yours truly
My hair looks kind of funny & I can assure you that I do have legs (dark skinny jeans)
Lunch and shopping with Taylor.
Drinks with friends at my favorite rooftop bar. I want to enjoy being outside while I can.
Ran all over town with my best pal who has not had one accident inside! He also sleeps in until 11:00 most days. I love him.
To celebrate 4 weeks in Chicago, I woke up and did a little workout. It was way too hot to run so I gave my Jillian Michaels DVD a try. I decided to search hair salons online because I needed the back of my hair to be shorter asap. My new friend suggested that I “own” my hair cut, so I figured it needed a change. I got my cut & color done and couldn’t be happier. I officially own the cut, and even love it. I walked home and stopped by the market to pick up some food, wine, and flowers. I walked home in some crazy, humid heat with another organic coconut popsicle.
I am at the beginning of an amazing adventure, and I don’t want to take any of it for granted. I want to take in every moment in this city, and feel like I’m up for anything. Unless it involves jumping out of a plane, fishing, or hunting, I feel like I should give it a try.
I hope my love affair with this city never ends. Happy 4 weeks, Chicago.