I've been in Chicago for exactly one week today. The anxiety has died down to a dull mewing, like a small kitten is perched in the center of my stomach. It took me three days to make friends and not the sort of friends that you try to ditch after a few hours, the sort that let you curl up in their room for all hours of the night and want to go on adventures for homemade pie and Vietnamese sandwiches. That actually happened today and it was wonderful.
I had my first class this morning and I'm excited for what's to come. I'm glad I chose a female professor because it gives a unique perspective on the world of media from a woman's perspective.
At this moment, life feels like a giant picture window in the wall of a empty room. Last week I stepped towards the ledge and could feel the cold breeze against my face pushing me back inside. I got so close to stepping back onto the worm carpet but instead I looked out at the skyline and studied every lit window in front of me. Each had a scene of what is to come and I took the chance. Stepping off of the ledge, I expected to plummet but instead found myself on the first floor, on steady ground once again. The way I see it, the view is what makes it.
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