Leaving Chicago

It is now 6:44PM Chicago time. One hour more for my plane ride back to Vancouver. Before leaving my oh-so-sweet home and people in Chicago, I had collected enough mushiness and memories for me to survive a week in a place once been my home but now a gradually going unfamiliar, which the only familiar thing left there is my family.

So in order for me to leave the States without further whining, Alex has decided that yesterday was my special day, which means I had the privilege to decide for everything we do for the day. I had this grand plan to the museum and the park to read after sunset and a cute movie at night after sushi. However, the museum and the park plan did not happen, yet Alex has guessed one thing right that we would spend in bed rolling till 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

We spent a soggy afternoon at home, but we did go to Oysi for sushi and bought too much wine (because I was so prepare to go crazy for some reason)

after dinner, then we finally get to watched Play Time, (which I’ve been in my wish list for long), with my first glass of Bailey in my entire life.

Because of a FAKE promise (which I will not reveal here) that Alex made, I was tricked into packing in a magical speed. However, he had fooled me into a 30 minutes lecture on a soccer management game he had secretly installed on my phone while syncing music he had picked for me.

Afterwards, we fell asleep so quickly during a blurry conversation after the lights were off,

It was a not so dramatic farewell today morning for my 5-day absence. Usually I would make things more dramatic (with tears and blood and piles of notes leaving in every corner of the house) than it should be just because I want to. After Alex left for school, I cleaned up the apartment a bit hoping that it would stay at least 80% of its tidiness when I come back to Chicago from Vancouver on Saturday,

I took the train to the airport with an unimaginable yet unnecessary amount of anxieties; such as taking the wrong train, going to the wrong direction, being late for the departure time, or not able to find my terminal after I arrived. Because according to Alex I have no sense of direction and “clumpsy,” so without detail instruction like “HOWARD – HOME” that Alex has patiently reminded me for numerous times for me to get home safe, I was not confident that I would be able to make it.

But I made it safe to the airport. ON MY OWN.