Images and jetlag
It's 4am and I just finished posting pictures on my photolog from my last week in Chicago. I could post pictures from here and London, but I feel the need to tie the Chicago loose end. It feels really weird to be looking at pictures that I took last week in another continent. For years I was really into taking artsy pictures of rust, texture, urban decay, architecture, stuff like that, but the last couple months I've been all about photographing my friends.
I'm really lucky to have known and gotten close to such an amazing group of people. I'm jetlagged and thrilled to be in an amazing city, but I'll be overly sentimental for a second and just gush about how very lucky I feel to have such people in my life. Especially after last summer, which began tragic but ended up awesome, because it brought so many people together. People I had known peripherally for years became some of my best friends, and I realized I loved people I had drifted from very dearly, no matter how long it had been.
OK, enough of the mushiness, I'm not even homesick! Our neighborhood is rad, I remember more of my high school German than I thought I did, and I love my life. I just did something I have always wanted to do: quit my job to travel. I also know that I wouldn't feel as comfortable doing so if I didn't have the support of my awesome friends and family.
So, 4am, I should go to bed. Thing is, it was not abnormal for me to stay out till 4am on a Wednesday night when I was working in Chicago, and it's only 9pm there now. I guess I did miss a day of sleep travelling, and didn't really sleep for a weekend before I left. I'm so glad we have an apartment here that Atom lined up, this is so much better than a hostel.