Today I had to venture to a western suburb for a retail "interview". I'm trying to put a lot of balls in the air and basically trying to line up whatever I can to make sure I don't end up homeless and desolate. I mean, I hope I don't really ever get in danger of being homeless but WE NEVER KNOW. I bet most homeless people thought the same thing. True?
While trying to venture out the Windy City, I once again got horribly F*CKING ANNOYED at how difficult it is to get around. Sometimes I feel like getting out of the city of Chicago is so challenging it's like we are on an island. Or in jail. Alcatraz, perhaps?
Maybe it's because I am, as I mentioned, a girl who likes to drive. I like to put my foot on the gas and GOOOO, not have my foot constantly hovering over the brake while putzing around at 12 MPH on a road where the speed limit is like 55/60/whatever-I-damn-well-please.
Lately I've kinda been thinking that I'd like to live in a less populated area, where a trip to the store less than 2 miles from your house doesn't take at least 45 minutes. But then I think "...but where?" and I get all wistful and forlorn and angsty and usually end up checking Twitter. Some people have therapists. I have Twitter. Diversion is my favorite remedy.