I wonder if everyone else has decided to kiss summer goodbye yet. I have, except for Labor Day weekend, when I will gladly get in the car after work at five on Friday and join the thousands of Chicagoans traversing to Michigan for the real beaches and one last hurrah of grilled meats and margaritas on the rocks.
After that begins the cringing anticipation we all call autumn...Sigh. Cringe.
New things:
Yellow bedroom
Job interview
Sister-Roommate
Actual Chicago address
Though I recently heard my address in Chicago described as "Mexico" (not referring to demographics, just southern locale), I am very proud of that one. I feel like a real person now, sort of. When I start commuting in on the Metra I'll tell you how Fully Real Person feels. Just wish the boyfriend didn't live in "Canada" on the North side (might as well be Michigan when the Cubs play at home).
Might be time for the annual hair chop.
