“Get me a pizza,” she cries, tears streaming down her face, “Deep dish – WITH TOPPINGS!”
I must attribute my food-centric activities to the simple fact that I’ve been out of this city for a year. If I am Columbus, the epicurean epicenter of Chi-town is my new world, baby. And now, while unemployed and broke, I’ve been eating, drinking (and running!) with what little money I’ve salvaged, slowly sinking into a food coma of epic proportions. Soft-serve on a Tuesday with Grandma? Definitely.
“Oh, you’ve never been to Peaquods? ME EITHER, LETS GO RIGHT NOW”
It’s true. And I love it.
Thankfully, my knees haven’t given out quite yet and I’m able to counteract all the food with a healthy dose of endorphins along the lake. But that doesn’t mean when I walk in the door, I don’t crave a BLT. I’m only human.
In reality though, it is great to be home. I don’t pay rent, my parents have a new ‘nespresso machine, I can walk to the beach and most days, I get to hang in my room, apply for jobs and refresh my gmail hoping (wait, PRAYING) that I get the j-o-b over those twerps who just graduated college. Damn youth! Killin’ us 20-somethings!
And I left New York, why exactly?
The strange thing is, I’ve been asking myself that question more than I thought I would. On the one hand, I feel more at home in Chicago. (“Duh, this place is your home,” I think to myself). On the other hand, I really miss my life in New York. The non-stop energy, the people who let me into their lives, the food (mmmm, Momofuku) and yeah – my jobs. Was I doing what I loved in New York? Yes & no, but I was slowly but surely makin’ it work.
Will I eventually make it work in Chicago? Of course. Will I re-discover the wacky energy and re-connect with the people whose lives I’ve been in for years – yes, and yes. Will the pang of missing my New York life ever get easier? Yes. And, dear universe, will I ever find an apartment again in Wicker Park that cost me $420 in rent?
No, bytes, you probably won’t.
But alas, I am officially back. I can think of about a million things I want do and about 3 things I can actually afford right now. Chicago, it’s good to be here. Thank god I can blog from the porch.
Keep eating! xxx, Bytes