My last weekend in Chicago…
Moving to the 'burbs before leaving to travel.
I had a furlough day on Friday. And, of course, I still woke up early. So I treated myself to a Groupon-bought breakfast of a cafe mocha and banana bread french toast from Bakin’ & Eggs. It was a good thing I woke up early anyways. Because they were working on the street and it would have probably woken my up all the same.
And I spent all day packing everything into boxes.
And then Heather and I went to Burrito House. And we ate tacos.
And Bo worked hard to make sure my files kept backing up.
And I got a milkshake from Scooters. Wherever I live from now on I must have a milkshake shop close by. It’s essential.
And I braved the downpours to watch Mat in Maid of Orleans. And then we went down the block for beers.
And I got take out gnocchi from Frasca for dinner.
And I packed and moved. And packed and moved. Down three flights. Up two. And I drove away.
And Goat and Flopsy moved with me. They will miss the city too.
And I finished moving everything into my mom’s place. And my knees were very purple.