I, like so many, love to travel. Maybe it's because I've lived in one place for the majority of life or maybe it's the natural wanderlust that is innate in all of us. But I love to go to a new place and discover how things are different. It opens your mind and fills you with so many thoughts and emotions. As I have grown personally, I've come to value the discovery of how we're all the same... It makes me feel less isolated and makes me feel like I might actually belong to the human race.
And so, with my limited means throughout the years, I have begun to explore. My international travel is limited, but I'm working on that. In the meantime, I've visited a number of US cities. I have an intense interest in food and my palate has led me to some amazing experiences in some of the top restaurants to hole-in-the-wall gems. I have loved every moment and truly believe that even the occasional miss is ultimately always a win.
Of the major cities in the US, Chicago was the last that I had yet to visit. Unlike so many cities, work had not taken me there. Hearing of an incredible food scene, coupled with a strong arts town with great people, I knew I would enjoy it. I booked a trip with the promise of a girlfriend's company, but she was unable to make it due to work conflicts. Newly single and with restless feet, I decided to go alone. I will share details of the first trip in the future, but needless to say, I fell head over heels in love with Chicago. So much so, that the week I was back in LA, I booked another trip before the month's end. This time, it would be two weeks... and the intent was to determine if I would move to Chicago.
I'm sure people do things like this everyday. People like me, however, who are normally in complete control of everything, adverse to risk and not-at-all prone to capricious whims, don't do this... But, I went. Just like that.
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