I started this month half a world away, if you’ll excuse the bad pun (I’ve cashed in way to many airline miles this month). The month began with the end of What Moves You? which I’ve explained too many times to go on about it again here. Read my reflection on the program.
The end of What Moves You brought the begining of my travels with Allason. We galavanted. I rock climbed. We watched movies and ate Haribo. We took pictures on bikes and in front of gazeboes. We wandered, got lost, and forgot our map. We accidentally paid five euros for Fanta. We ate too much pizza. I lost my hat and gained a parasol. We took six trains and a bus down to Rome, where we found a way to an airport and waited in two unnessesary lines before spending 24 hours making our way home.
Even though it may have been a bit too much to have been going for what clocked in as seven weeks straight, I’m glad I got the chance to travel after What Moves You. If I had just gone to Berlin and come straight home I probably would have felt a little jipted.
I was only home for two days at a time this month and sandwiched in between the four days total of San Francisco time was a few days spent in DisneyLand with the fam. I’ll spare you a second list of things that were done by saying we had a good time, got to see some new things along with the old favorites, and we probably spent too much money. All a part of the program.
When we got home I had lunch with a few friends (wasn’t able to get in touch with others) and did a buch of errands. One of these was staring at my three suitcases and willing them to pack themselves. Honestly though, how did I manage to fill three suitcases to begin with? I only barely managed this time around.
This last week has been full of moving into my new apartment and getting settled in Chicago. I’ve moved into a little apartment that I’ll be at for this semester, and am starting to get in the rythem of a new place. As much as unpacking a ton of boxes can be a rythem.