I’m in Chicago.
How did that happen? Well, my aunt has been living here for over 17 years, so more time than what I’ve spent on this planet, and she loves me, or so she says. She’s always wanted me to come here, but either I was too little or something always came up. Well, last week, I got offered to come here the 25th, the day of my birthday (I’m older now =]), for a week. I said yes, people got sad that I would spend summer away from them, and we planned the trip. Then, things changed. I’d be coming to Chicago on the 27th, for, not one, two weeks. I said yes, people got sadder, and we went on with the planning. So, not telling the whole airport-it-was-like-a-fuckin’-thunderstorm-mumbo-jumbo, I arrived to Chicago, at about 7 o’ clock, local time.
It’s fuckin’ cold.