As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night, however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if, on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs. Read More
Although it’s all still a little unreal, today is my one-year anniversary of living in Chicago!
Exactly 365 days ago I flew into a city wrapped in a blanket of snow on a weekend where the snow came down for days, and I never looked back –that’s a lie. I look back all the time, but I truly am happy I risked it all to move here. NO RAGRETS. Read More