Sunday, March 10, 2013

Well, that was easy.

Just kidding!  But then again, since when is moving to a brand new city ever easy?  On a scale from "the rules of tic-tac-toe" to "a college differential equations course," I'd give this weekend an easiness score of about "judging when a chicken breast is fully cooked" (something I'm still not totally sure I've mastered).

It began on Friday, when my dad and I, and our free bag, flew to one of 70 destinations:

That destination being Chicago.  Yahoo!

(That building with the horns out in the distance is the Sears Tower.  Fancy, huh?)

The flight was extremely smooth.  And that, my friends, will be the last time you hear me use that word to describe my first few days here.  I have so much to say about this weekend, yet so little energy.  The best I can do to explain our first day would probably be to let you imagine the scene about an hour into our trip:

My 6'3", 200 lb father is in the seat of our rental Volkswagen beetle (like my dad did when the Hertz man told him for the first time, you might have just burst out laughing because you thought that was a joke...  It's not).  Our little bug, packed like a clown car with my dad's knees becoming quite friendly with the dashboard, is sitting in the middle of an intersection of 5 different streets.  I am in the passenger seat, trying to navigate with my iPhone while simultaneously keeping track of an email chain regarding $850 of mine that evidently is lost in cyber space (long story).  I tell my dad to turn left; unfortunately, there are 3 lefts at this particular intersection.  "Which one?"  my dad asks.  I really have no idea, so I point at the most left of the lefts.  Split seconds later, I catch a glimpse of the street sign - "Actually, that way!"  My dad, always with Samurai-worthy reflexes, immediately swerves from a 90 degree left to a slightly obtuse left hand turn... right in front of an oncoming truck.  "I'M LOST NICOLE. I DON'T KNOW CHICAGO; YOU HAVE THE PHONE, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME."  "I DON'T KNOW CHICAGO EITHER DAD.  THE PHONE JUST SAYS LEFT... I CAN'T HELP THAT THAT REALLY MEANS 'MOSTLY STRAIGHT IN A MARGINALLY LEFT-WARD DIRECTION.'"

So that was that.

Then we walked into the room.  The very old room (think radiators and gas stove old), which I don't think had been cleaned extremely effectively (an intuitive guess based on the piece of plywood nailed to the window, which had obviously served as the previous owner's budget curtain rod).

At this point, our stress levels were pretty high.  We both dropped our bags and looked around... then we just looked at each other and started laughing.  Sometimes, that's all you can do.

Once we calmed down a little from our first experience with city driving, things really weren't that bad.  They were actually pretty good.  The room is old, but it's also really big.

And everything works well, despite it being built (as my dad estimated) sometime in the 20's.  I like to think of it as "vintage," and it's really growing on me.

I sit here now on a folding chair in front of my folding table, almost 48 hours later.  I have much more to say about everything, but you will just have to wait for my next post... as for now, I have a date with my brand new, $525 memory foam mattress.


  1. oh man, it is awesome though you and your dad got a good laugh out of it. attitude is everything in these stressful times. good luck fully moving in!

    1. There's definitely a point when you realize that just about all you can do is laugh :) Thanks though! New jobs and new cities are hard... good luck to you too!