I don’t have time to post on here much, partially because grad school, work, and the gym have consumed my life, at which point I said, “LET’S TRY DATING AND TRAINING FOR A FIVE-MILE OBSTACLE COURSE TOO!” But that said, I feel its important to occasionally put my deeper thoughts onto the internets.
I went for a run today, outside in the city, for the first time since moving here. There was one run along the lake, which is pretty, but there’s something particularly moving about running past restaurants and grocers, Italian beef stands and corner stores, up and down the sometimes nice/sometimes not-so-nice sidewalks and roads of the west side. I love where I live now. It vibes with me. And I think what makes it so amazing is that everyone I meet who lives out here is completely different and we share this neighborhood with the same amount of pride. Running up through West Town, Noble Square, River West, crossing the interstate and seeing the river and skyline while the sun set behind me possibly hits in the top 5 moments of my time in Chicago. I remember all the shit that I went through to get myself to this place, this point in time and I realize that it’s all been worth it. Every heartbreak, hurdle, and halleloo. Even though so many of my friends aren’t here and I miss them all terribly, I feel like I’ve finally found the first place in my life that I can really call home. And that’s a realization that only the runner’s high can bring.