Day 9 as a Chicagoan

I would like to keep this somewhat consistant as to updating it at least every two weeks.

I havn't had any real misadventures yet, though I did smash my big toe into the crosswalk when I tripped crossing the street. I was wearing lime green flip flops that weren't exactly masking the blood pouring out as I dug through my purse for a banddaid know I wouldn't find one. I did, however, find a zip-lock baggie- which I put on my toe.

I looked like a walking tetnus shot on the 2-mile walk home, but at least I wasn't bleeding on the lovely sidewalks of Chicago.

No job yet. But resumes and apps have been filled out and turned in. I have also: made some fabulous challah bread (better than the $5-6 savings drain challah at the dsm farmers market), become a regular at the downtown library (the second largest library in the world), made cookies and biscuits, gone to the green farmers market in lincoln park, had some gazpacho at Kopi (kopi means coffee in Indonesian- the two owners met at a hostel in Indonesia) in Andersonville, gone to the Garfield Park conservatory and got a marriage (or boyfreind, if that was what I was looking for) proposal, mastered the art of making a chive omlet or chive frittata (the challah got a little dry after a few days), read a book with a compelation of stories about women and eating, gotten my room and kitchen supplies unpacked so I can sit on my world rug every morning and have tea and breakfast, found 7 health food stores, walked on the shoreline with my sandals off on North Avenue beach, cooked corn and potatoes, and have taken the L almost every day.

Today it was going to rain... kind of, almost... but the sky was taking it's sweet time so there was a foggy mist all over. Poluted Haze is probably more correct, but it still looked romantic.
Often I would pass to see a lone person walking through the arbor off trees and past the brick and stone houses. They were perfectly framed and the mist made the moment quite picturesque.

Hope all is well with you- M