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Jen and Andrew were in town from Seattle for the wedding. And so, the monday after, when we were all back in Chicago, we decided to meet up to go to the Shedd to look at sea creatures...

Despite the fact that I just spent eleven months in Asia, I ordered Chinese food on my second day back. Because I'd spent the day at the ER and could hardly move and it was my best choice for delivery in suburbia. And because it is delicious....

Sixteen months ago I stood outside of Underground Lounge, crying, and told him I may never see him again. He said that was ridiculous. But, to me, it was a strong possibility. Part of the reason I wanted to travel was to get over him. I started planning my round the world trip sometime during a two-year stretch where he had decided to cut me out of his life. I still loved him. I still thought about him way too much. And I knew that I had to do something drastic to finally, once and for all, move on. And I...

This was me in high school. I've been wanting to find an excuse to post that for a while, but I didn't want anyone to think I'm stuck back in 1999 or something. Because I'm not. I mean, I'm not going to say that high school were the best years of my life. Because God that would be pathetically depressing. (And, you know, because my 30s have been pretty damn amazing). But I'm not going to say that I had a miserable high school experience either. Because God that would be depressing too....

It was one of those October days where you could still eat brunch al fresco. Carrot cake pancakes, a cup of coffee with cream, and a strawberry mimosa for good measure. Where you talk girl talk and boy talk and life talk and travel talk with a friend. Where you walk home, three miles, from Division to Roscoe because it is still sort of warm in that way Chicago weather seems warm when the day before was cold. Where the sky is blue. Where the leaves are orange. Where people you pass say "hello," because that is the kind of...

It kind of all feels like a dream. Like I just woke up and am trying to piece together fragments of what happened. Like the last fifteen months weren't real, just vague memories that may or may not have existed. It kind of feels like I took a time machine and stepped on a bug. So when I came back to the present, nothing major has changed, but the little things, the little things are different. Like the sushi place is now a seafood place. The corner Starbucks is remodeled. I don't recognize anyone who works at Whole Foods. I'm sleeping...

The last few weeks have been full of goodbyes and going away parties before my 'round the world travels. It started when Heather visited my work to drop off a sweatshirt I'd left behind and some mail that didn't get forwarded. She was going out of town for her job and so it would be the last time I'd see her before leaving. And then Eric took me out for a quesadilla lunch and to loot the storage room at work (please note: I did not actually steal anything although he tried to get me to take a box of cassette tapes). And...