Hello all! I skipped many, many updates.
I moved away from the ‘burbs to the big city. I’m opening a new chapter of my life. I would say that it’s a weird feeling living by myself, but it’s not too different since I’ve been away from family for a while already. The decision to leave has been in the back of my mind for a couple of months since I moved to Illinois officially a year ago, but it feels surprisingly abrupt since all this became solid at the spur of the moment, which is much like how I choose to do anything anyways, so… Go with that gut feeling, right? Fourth time’s a charm. Or is it fifth?
I’ve been here for nearly two weeks. Jose, my father’s shih tzu, has been here nearly a week. I’m still digging through boxes. It feels like I have been tossing boxes into the recycle bin for forever, and yet there’s still more to retrieve. Lessons are best learned the hard way, eh? Must learn how to live with less.
My father stopped by today to drop off some of my things. He brought a few prints from my old sketchbooks from 8th grade or 9th grade (I can’t remember) that he blew up when we worked in Florida. I remember being embarrassed when he wanted to make them into poster prints to sell at the galleria. Now I think it’s so sweet to see what inspired me back in the day. Goes to show that my parents will find something, anything to be proud of even when their child was the biggest weaboo on Staten Island. Ahh, it’s still so embarrassing to look at though.
I drew this probably a few days before I put down my application fees for the apartment. Talk about foreshadowing. I took the train to my first board game meet a couple of days after settling in while wearing the same outfit sans backpack.
There’s a quirky little coffee shop down the street in my neighborhood that I fell in love with. I often go with Diane, sometimes Tito and Tara, to enjoy a large cup of Mexican hot chocolate and pie of the day a la mode. We’ve been going well before I became their friendly “Hey, what’s for dinner? Let me invite myself over” neighbor. When you go, try, try, try the pie. When you’re at Diane’s, try, try, try the sausage and brussel sprout stir fry.
Well, Diane and I went the other day to blow off some steam. I haven’t drawn anything since the move due to kicking and throwing boxes to and fro from the third floor, so I drew her while we talked shop and pulled oracle cards. As we were doing so, two older men were performing some sort of gypsy-esque music. A goal of mine, while I’m here, is to have a collection of my drawings displayed on the walls of the shop, to join the rotation of artists that I’ve admired during our visits. I feel like I’m in the right place to do this, and I’m so very in love with my new home. What a perk.
By the way, let’s listen to some music together. Might as well plug the playlist that I carried with me since my pseudo-pilgrimage to Oregon in January: