Milkshake at Chicago Diner

March: In like a lion, out like a slightly smaller lion.

What I got up to in March.

My March could be summed up in one concept: moving.

I moved into my apartment. I moved in all my stuff. I bought more stuff and moved that in too.

I unpacked all my boxes. I hung up some curtains. I hung up some art.

I rearranged the few items of furniture I actually have.

I bought a shelving unit for my kitchen and thought it was a great idea to carry it home on the el.


Carrying a bookcase on the el.


It wasn’t.

I went a month without internet because Comcast wouldn’t let me set anything up online. And then when I finally brought myself to call them I got suckered into paying ten dollars more for a cable package that includes Food Network and, as far as I can tell, nothing else anyone would want to watch. But, really, there is little else I’d want to watch anyways.

I’ve also spent over a month sitting on my floor because I still haven’t gotten around to buying anything to sit on.

Someday that will happen.

But it was fun going through boxes, seeing what I have and what I don’t and pondering what the hell I was thinking when I packed up my life. Like, you know, I’m sure there was a rational decision behind selling my DVD player and keeping my VCR…

I’m sure.

I was happy to find that I kept my Snuggie.

Me and my pink snuggie.

And some special souvenirs from Thailand.

Thai salt toothpaste, condoms, and back pads.

So at least I have the essentials.

And as for other things in my life…


I saw Book of Mormon! Finally. And I’m pretty sure I didn’t stop laughing the entire time.

Book of Mormon in Chicago


I met up with my friend Priya, just in from a year on a working holiday visa in Australia, for vegan food at Chicago Diner (including a who would have guessed vegan carrot milkshake which may have changed my life), a long walk, an a mariachi opera.

Vegan Carrot Cake Milkshake at Chicago Diner

Mushroom Lentil Loaf at Chicago Diner

El Pasado Nunca Se Termina


I spent a day at my nephew’s birthday party.

Dylan's Birthday


And I went to Travel Massive. But didn’t take any photos.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

  • Ali
    April 10, 2015at1:45 pm

    Shortly after I moved to Germany and Andy and I bought a new bed, we went to Ikea to buy these spring-type things that they use here instead of a box spring. They’re like wooden slats, and being Ikea, you have to put them together. So it wasn’t as big as the shelves you bought, but the boxes were 2 meters long and weighed 7kg each. We had to buy 2 of them. Andy decided we should just take public transportation. (Really, we should’ve just spent more money on the ones from the furniture store where we bought the bed frame.) This also happened to be the same day, or maybe the day after, I got a bunch of shots in preparation for my RTW trip. It did not make carrying heavy awkward boxes fun. But also, the Ikea in Freiburg doesn’t have a tramline, only a bus, and then we had to switch to the tram. So we got on the bus from Ikea, and the bus driver yelled at us for having these big things. She actually told Andy we should have come by car. He had to explain to the driver of the Ikea bus (seriously, it says Ikea as the destination) that we wouldn’t be on the bus if we had a car. Also, she wouldn’t have a job if we all had cars.

    I realize that was a really long comment, but I had flashbacks when you mentioned bringing the shelves on the el.

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