Chicago, I have Arrived.

I made it to Chicago Sunday night. I don't have the internet at my house until Thursday, so I've been going a bit crazy. I've been busy, so that helps. Monday JP and I went to ikea, where I spent lots o money to furnish my new place. Then I hit up Target and did more damage for kitchen goods. My apartment is overrun in boxes, and I'm a bit overwhelmed with it all. That night I needed to get out of my place, and got some mexican food. It was no Puerto, but I enjoyed it regardless. I'll just have to erase the memory of my fave mexcian places (including Netties!) out of my mind and start anew.

Yesterday I did another Target trip, a grocery trip, and went to a White Sox game with Miller. The game was fun, and lots of good homers and various baseball enjoyments occured. Some funny people sat near us, who only had two beers and were raging drunk. Then some old guy and his kid, who took turns smoking cigarettes downstairs, would interject comments into our conversation occassionally. Good thing what they said was really funny.

Today I have to return the minivan that I have come to love and hate. Then I will spend the day working on my place, and hopefully finding something social to do at night. Have no fear though, once the cable modem arrives on Thursday I'll return to my reclusive state.

So onto the less practical stuff. Sunday night I totally freaked out when I got to my place. I was exhausted from driving over 30 hours to get here, and the magnitude of what I did (moved across the country to live alone) finally hit me. I had a few minutes of regrets/what the hell have I done thoughts, and fell apart. It didn't help that I had no furniture, and there are wierd gnats all over my apartment, or that the girl who moved out totally didn't clean the place and I hate dirt unless its my own mess. Plus Audrey was very upset/stressed so I felt awful for her and what I had done to her. She wouldn't come out of her kennel! But now shes cheery again, and has been nice to the people she's met so far.

As long as I have stuff to do, even if its building furniture, I'm ok. Its late at night when I have no internet, no roommate, and nothing to do that I get a bit freaky. Last night I slept on the couch because when I slept on my bed the night before I got almost no sleep for some reason. It was too quite and unsettled I guess. At least on the couch I can watch television while I'm sleeping for some background noise.

I got a call for a job interview, but the job doesn't sound all the great (pays well), and is in a far out suburb. I'll go anyway, I just checked my bank account and credit card account and wanted to die a slow death.