Chicago

I don't want to leave Chicago.
I know I had the intention to keep my blog updated my entire trip, but I've honestly been so busy, I totally forgot about my intention.

The typical day here for me starts at 7:30 AM. By about 7:45 I'm up out of bed and I've stopped mumbling the profanities that would show a stranger how much mornings and I do not get along. (And trust me, while I was in the hostel, strangers could figure it out)

My goal is to be out the door at 9. It's rare that it happens, but 9 is the goal. I make it to the Second City by 10. Work my ass off for a good 6 hours, (and I take a 1 hour break in the middle for lunch.)
After classes I have to rush. Why? Because I want to see as many shows as humanly possible while I am here. And also, I would love to visit with people that are here. Meeting old friends hanging with new friends.
I possibly go home to change/shower. I want to look presentable, especially after the physical comedy class.
So I've got 20 minutes tops to get ready, then I'm off again to shows or events or whatever. And I usually don't get in until round abouts midnight-1. The latest was 1:30. Earliest was 10.

It is so beautiful here.

I've noticed the damnedest thing here...men flirt with me. It's not like in Utah, where I'm already past the marrying age so I can settle down and be a good wife.

I'm learning so much. I don't want to leave. I keep crying when I think about going back. But I cry when I think about leaving everyone I love.

Sigh.