Back in Chicago

Back in Chicago and it feels so good.

Took a leisurely pace packing and driving. 7 hours can be really long for someone with such a short attention span, but once I passed Dayton, I got into the groove. And how cool is it that my mental map of Chicago instantly kicked back in. Knew to take the LSD, the order of the streets, everything.

Crashed at Kallisti's since I got into to town so late. There was 312 chilling in the fridge before we walked over to Long Bar for some Delirium on tap! Moved into my place this afternoon. The girls are very nice, but the house is a standard-issue undergrad apartment. Mismash of furniture and dishes. I have my own room with a huge closet and a queen sized mattress on the floor. But the house seems super-toasty, which means I don't have to bust out the space heaters that the Domestic God lent me. Did some grocery shopping to pick up the Honey Wheat pancake mix I like. And parked my car on my old block because I automatically knew that it was not 143 parking!

I know it's only been 3 months, but given how much has happened since, it feels much longer. At the same time, the weirdest part of it is how very not weird it all is.