I’ve been dog sitting for a friend in Hyde Park the past couple days. Maybe it is they way the air smells in August or the cold medicine, but it had me thinking about my first summer in Chicago. (2008?)

I stayed in Chicago after school ended to try and take an EMT class.  That lasted all of a week when I was kicked out for being late 3 days in a row. I sublet a 2 bedroom with 5 other roommates, worked in the hospital filing grant paperwork and listening to the entire back catalogue of This American Life. It was the summer after my computer was stolen, and the summer I had to sleep on couches and pay for rent in pie. It was really lonely for a lot of it, but it was also the first time I lived on my own. Anyways, I should probably just let the word heavy thing I made speak for itself: