I have a major fear of flying. For some reason, I'm always convinced I'm going to die...this proves to be a major issue because all of the really cool places I want to visit are a plane ride away. I can't swim to Paris, or bike to Cali or even canoe myself back to Italy...I need a plane for those things. So clearly I became panicked when I found out my new (and totally fabulous job) was flying me to Chicago for a day.
Thursday morning came and I boarded the plane with my fabulous coworker Adam (he is wonderful) and in 2hrs I was landing on O'Hare. To be completely honest I had ZERO expectations for Chicago. I'm from NY...in my opinion, every other city is setting themselves up to fail if they think I am going to love them as much as NY.
With that being said...Chicago amazed me. I FELL in LOVE with it. My office had an incredible view of Lake Michigan (which is crazy big) and I went to visit this...
For the first time, I felt like a grown-up. I can't say enough nice things about my co-workers---all of them are amazing and I just have this feeling that things are finally going to fall in place for me.
XO,
Ash
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