Chicago

I’m not very good at traveling. Not because I don’t like flying or anything like that, but it seems like most people are solely focused on getting from one destination to the other, and I like to make friends.

I made it to Chicago though. Pretty much slept the whole flight, but when I did try to make conversation with the guy sitting next to me, his response was usually a grunt or a super reluctant, “uhhh, 10 to nine.” Oh well. O’Hare is bumpin. My problem is that wherever I go I always think I see people I know, so I’m constantly staring at people and then I just look super weird. I guess Chicago brings that out in people (yes Rae, I’m talking about you). Catching the flight to San Fran soon, then from there I go to LA and have a seven and a half hour layover. I might jog around the airport just for the exercise.

I hate not having a phone. Mostly because I don’t know what time it is and I’m going to be so behind on angry birds when I get back.

This is going to be a really boring blog.