Pizza pot pie at Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder.

The shortest month. The longest month.

February was short, 28 days, but it felt, in many ways, much longer.

February is always a weird month, a transition from gung-ho January into the reality of a new year.

Over the last month, I feel like I got a little more lax with my “diet,” it got a little harder to get up before sunrise to get myself to the gym. I mean, when you wake up, daily, to this, it’s hard to want to get out of bed and leave your apartment.

Adorable sleepy cuddly cats.

Adorable sleepy cuddly cats.

And, with the freezing Chicago weather, it’s also been really hard to not want to spend the entire day wrapped up in a thick blanket sipping hot chocolate.

Ford wrapped up in a blanket sleeping.

Still, I pushed through, and made it to the gym an equivalent of three times per week (some weeks more, others less). I even hired a super cute personal trainer…


What else did I do in February?

Happy Birthday Sports cake for a Super Bowl party.

I went to a Super Bowl party. Don’t ask me who won. Or who played. Or what sport that was.

The food was good though.


I went to Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder, which you might from all the viral videos of its unique, gooey, melty, pizza pot pies. But I know it as the place my family used to go to when I was much younger and we’d visit my sister in the big city.


Cider and live Irish music at Galway Arms in Chicago, Illinois.

Cider and live Irish music at Galway Arms in Chicago, Illinois.

After pizza we went to listen to Irish music at Galway Arms down the block. It reminded me of my favorite story from Ireland, when I sat at a bar at a pub, ordered a bowl of soup, and the man next to me ordered a spoon…


Cocktails and meat on Valentine's Day.

Seeing an Opera on Valentine's Day. Elektra at Lyric Opera of Chicago.

I celebrated Valentine’s Day with cocktails and an opera. And all the strawberry-flavored pudding shots.


Singing ABBA songs with Choir! Choir! Choir!

And I sang ABBA songs with Choir! Choir! Choir! the next day.


National margarita day.

And I drank margaritas for national margarita day. As you should.


I went to a Oscar’s party and made my best guesses for who would win, despite the fact that the only movie I’d seen that was nominated for anything was A Star Is Born. I still managed to guess 10 out of 24 categories. And nibble on some Oscar-themed food like an RBG BLT, Isle of the Hot Dogs, Mary Queen of Scotch Eggs, and A Star is Corn.


Bluegrass music at The Grafton in Chicago, Illinois.

I met up with a friend to watch some bluegrass music at The Grafton.


I went to karaoke at Brando’s.

And couldn’t think of a song to sing.


And I went to a dinner club at The Gundis Kurdish Kitchen. Where I ate an eggplant stew and bites of everyone’s meals.


How was your February?

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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.

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