I’ve been living in Chicago for a week now and all I can say is, this place is not for the weak.
Besides the obvious freezing temperatures, there’s a lot of other shit you don’t take into account when deciding to move to Chicago on a whim. For example, the absurd amount of money you will likely spend at Ikea, Walmart, etc. while still feeling like you have absolutely nothing. Clearly, I’m still not over this, but let’s move on.
Let’s not talk about the $42 Uber black car I decided to take to my first day of work like if I was the Queen of England. Let’s just not. It still hurts my heart.
The next morning I decided it was time to channel my inner J.Lo (circa 1991) and catch the train like a normal person. This proved to be a much more affordable and practical form of transportation, if I could only get over feeling like a sardine twice a day. Personal space is not something Chicagoan’s practice on the reg.
The train really isn’t that bad though. Except for when it nonchalantly becomes delayed because it hits an innocent bystander. WHATTTT?! Yes, that happened last week. Now I have paranoia to the max. Thanks CTA. No biggie.
Other than the train, you basically have to walk.. EVERYWHERE. I just want to let you all know that I don’t walk. I don’t run. I don’t even work out. I’m skinny thanks to my incredible genes and I probably take it for granted. Sue me. However, since I’ve moved here, I’ve walked more miles and climbed more stairs than I ever would want to. People even expect you to walk up the escalator. Who walks up the escalator?! Why are you in such a hurry?! This life is exhausting!
Since I still don’t have my car, (sidenote: Don’t ever get your car shipped unless you want to pay $$$ that you weren’t originally quoted & you don’t mind actually getting your car weeks after it was promised to you) I haven’t really been able to get very far.
I attempted to do groceries for the first time since I’ve been here this weekend. Seven days later. I know. Don’t ask me what I’ve been surviving off of.
Anyway, the previous tenant told me there was a grocery store “right around the corner”. Being from Miami, I immediately doubted the convenient location of this so-called grocery store. Around the corner is just slang for 2 miles away. However, to my surprise, there it was. Sunrise Market, right around the corner.
What she failed to mention was that they obviously import their products from fucking Uganda cause the few items they actually carry were out of control expensive. Who pays $15 for little bottle of laundry detergent?! Not this girl, cause I’m from Hialeah, and I know better. Where’s the dollar store at??
If it wasn’t for my incredibly delicious Friday night dinner date at Masa Azul, this week would’ve been majorly depressing.
It ain’t easy trying to live the dream but things are looking up. I’ll finally have cable & internet next weekend so more frequent posts are on the horizon!