Sometimes, life is not particularly interesting. And right now, life here is not terribly notable. And that’s okay. Living abroad is not all sunshine and rainbows and puppies and unicorns all the time, ever. I am busy trying to finish some subjects online, I’m working part-time for a really great company with phenomenal colleagues, and I’m spending my free time with the American and working on various projects. My working hours usually fall right in the middle of yoga classes, so I’ve not been going as much as I’d like, and as much as I need to. All of this makes me feel rather uninteresting, but I’m doing what I need to get by and to chase my dreams. That has to count for something, right?
Two days ago, we had the first snow of the season here in Chicago. Just as the forecast predicted, the temperature fell below zero, the wind picked up, and the rain started. I went downstairs to pay my dues on the aging treadmill in the basement — one that has a rather disconcerting grinding sound when you step on it with your right foot — and I returned only to hear about a virtual white out from the American. Goddamn! First snow and I miss it. Just my luck!
But just before I left for work a few hours later, I saw it. Whilst it wasn’t as dramatic as the earlier flurries, it was enough to get excited about. The American and I tried to capture the fleeting moments, our two faces pressed up against the glass of the two north-facing windows, watching the landscape below turn white.
My sister asked me if I’ve spent an evening sipping red wine and listening to Blues here in Chicago. As yet, I have not managed that, but I did see the ‘blues’ a few weeks ago — before the greyness descended — up in the expansive midwestern sky. Continue reading →
One of my goals when we left San Francisco for our epic adventure was to commit myself to a regular yoga practice. I’d taken a few classes before and fell in love with it, but never managed to build it into my life. Since relocating to Chicago, I’ve had the time and inclination to dedicate myself to ‘the mat’. Plus, it’s been part of my strategy to make new connections in this city. So far, it’s paying off.
That thing where…
you become disheartened over nonsense, your mood sours and you start wallowing. So you take yourself outside to enjoy a beautiful, warm afternoon wandering new routes through the city, experiencing new things, tiring yourself out.
As you wander home you run into your friend, fresh from a frolic in the lake. You ditch the surplus clothes and dive into the cool, fresh waters. You walk home happy, content.
Then you receive an email inviting you to an impromptu get together with new expat friends the following evening. And you start to feel as though you’re — finally — part of the fabric of the city. That.