It’s been a rough couple of months.
I’m not sure where the time went, but I have allowed myself to enter a time warp working on a few projects, and in between I find time to do some traveling. Some might think I travel or vacation too much, but I truly do earn these vacations. Work hard, play hard–one of the great things I learned in undergrad (though there was little “playing” being done on my part while at MIT).
Anyway, I interrupt this time warp to say I am both excited and afraid to visit Chicago this week. Excited because I get to see my chapter sorors and celebrate birthdays and see my summer friends in Chicago. Best of all–I get to peel my behind off of my couch. (I still need to work on procuring some office furniture!). Of course, this means I will be planted on my line sister’s couch this week, but any couch is better than mine.
I am afraid of Chicago because of the cold. As it is, your girl is having a hard time coping with the weather in Manhattan. I can’t figure out if it’s hot or cold on any given day, what degree of coldness it is and what to wear to accommodate the level of frío. I am always over or under-dressed for the temperature. I am not used to wearing layers and carrying around clothing too hot to wear because I might need to put it back on later in the day. It’s ridiculous, all this thinking that goes into wardrobe! In LA, I choose my wardrobe by looking at the sky: if it’s clear skies, then it’s warm outside; if cloudy, then it’s cold outside. See how simple that is? I am thinking about boycotting the East Coast for the month of November.
Looking up flights to LA as we speak. I’ll take the L on rent if I have to!
Pray that Chicago takes it easy on me this week.