Assuming I have no job holding me back, this girl is moving to Austin in the fall. 

Or Portland.

Or New York.

Or Vancouver. 

Or Montreal

I’ve never been one to think things through before making decisions. Chicago was a decision I made while drinking too much red wine at piano bar in Iowa City. A month later, here I was. How does one know where they are meant to be if they don’t test their options first? Alas, for the rest of my year here I shall spend it taking in the Chicago I never quite got to love.