You’ll never believe what happened today

Work was more interesting than usual today! We gained and re-homed a pet inch worm and I found a lost passport in the recycling bin. 

The morning started like usual, we had Bible study at the Chase building and walked over after. About 30 minutes into doing emails, I start hearing things from the cube next to me. “He’s trying to escape!” “What do we do?” Turns out the bouquet one of the advisors brought in had a stowaway! A little green inch worm was trying to make a run for it. After some debate, we got him into an open Ziploc bag and took him outside. Millennium Park is a bit of a walk just to save a worm, but there happened to be a raised flower bed across the street. The inch worm survived the journey and is happily munching on some leaves outside 30 something Monroe.

After lunch, team Spain gathered to go through visa applications for our students. I was dealing with the copy machine, scanning things and making copies as needed. After probably 20 applications, I found one that was missing the passport! We had a copy in the file already, so it was in the office. After a little bit of panicking, I went back to check around the copier and found the missing passport in the recycle bin! With no table in the area, we were setting the folders on the machine and it must’ve slid out and into the bin underneath. Fortunately the panic was short lived and all is well. 


Misadventures on the CTA

From what I’ve seen, most people tolerate the CTA as a necessary part of living in Chicago. It’s much cheaper and easier than driving, but it’s crowded and unpredictable. It took me months to figure out the 78 bus alone, which seems to always have 2-3 buses going the direction I’m not and none going where I want to go. (We moved to the other side of the train station and this still holds true). 

This week’s misadventures include Mark’s stolen wallet and my returning motion sickness. When we came home Saturday from a friend’s birthday, we got off the bus and made it about 10 steps before Mark realized his wallet was gone. We checked the ground, called the bus garage, and cancelled all cards. No one turned it in to the bus garage after 48 hours, so I assumed it was gone for good. 

The one thing we didn’t cancel was Mark’s ventra card. His monthly pass expired the day after it was taken, so we didn’t think it was a big deal. Well, he logged into his account Tuesday night to see that someone loaded money on his card and has been using it! It’s maddening to know someone daily walks through the Grand Red Line station with Mark’s wallet and card. And, there’s nothing we can do about it since we already got him a new ventra card. The only way to report one stolen is to replace it and pay for a new card, which we’ve already done, but in the wrong order. 

I used to always get car sick on any trip over about 30 minutes. It went away somewhere around high school/college, except for when I fly. I was so proud of myself for surviving a boat trip and the road to Hana in Hawaii (with my wrist bands), but it seems that I can’t get rid of motion sickness forever. The train ride home from work is 30 minutes, and the right combination of temperature, food, and visual stimuli can wreak havoc by the time the train gets above ground. 

Hopefully when the weather makes up its mind between cold and mostly warm this will go away again. But for now, I’m back to my anti-sickness wrist bands and goldfish crackers. 

Edit: Although the wrist bands are also marketed for morning sickness, no I’m not pregnant! Just living with motion sickness!

How busy is too busy?

If you know my family, you know we’re usually going from one thing to managing the next while prepping for a third and so on. And we’re actually pretty good at it, and at hiding/ignoring the stress it can cause. None of the things we spend time on are bad, but being over-committed, stressed, and too busy can be. When I was younger, I really didn’t understand the idea of vacations to relax. We had planned vacations where we had lists of places to see, trails to hike, or people to see. And we had fun! I saw more of the USA than most people by the time I was in high school. We once took a no-schedule trip and didn’t really know what to do with ourselves.

When I started dating Mark, I learned the meaning of “hanging out”. Rather than doing something, we would sit and watch tv, or pet the cats, or just cuddle on the couch. I also didn’t get a smart phone until half-way through college. I used to be very unattached to my phone. I’d always answer it when I got a text or call, but without the entire app store and internet in my pocket, I didn’t have much reason to stay on it. Now, I have too many things to check and still check it even when I’m bored of it. Now I feel like I spend too much time “relaxing” and reading internet articles, watching entire seasons of shows because we’re adults and we can, browsing Pinterest, or any number of other non-productive things.

We’ve been in our new apartment for a full month now and I feel like so much hasn’t gotten done. I got so much accomplished today even while sick just by putting my phone down and doing things. Our ladies’ Bible study group is reading Let It Go by Karen Ehman, and the second chapter ended with a discussion of tools, toys, and tangents. Is what you’re doing useful? fun? or a time-waster? I’ve spent so much screen in the name of relaxing that I made myself more stressed about what wasn’t getting done. I wrongly tried to justify myself by “well, Mark’s not getting anything done so why should I?” which meant nobody got anything done and we both felt like we were ignoring each other. Our house will not become a no-phone-zone, but it hopefully will become a more people-time place.

Thrifting in Chicago!

I used to like going to Goodwill in Ohio, and occasionally in Ft. Wayne when we were visiting, but Chicago is awesome for the variety it offers. In high school I actually found two of my prom dresses at the Bowling Green Goodwill for $5 a piece, and before 4H camp we would descend on the store for costumes that we would wear at campfire and to meals. In college, I would drive friends and international students to the stores looking for sweaters, flannels, and crazy random things. We’d also do clothing swaps a few times a year with the ladies of Cru, and the leftovers were found for months afterwards at the local thrift store. (Have you ever seen something and thought, I have one just like that! only to realize that IS your old shirt/dress/scarf? It’s a weird feeling.)

After cleaning out my closet this weekend, I wanted to check the local thrift stores for flannels and boots. Most of the stores near me have certain colored tags designated for half-off on different days of the month. There’s a chain, Village Discount Outlet, with at least a dozen locations, a more well-kept store called Unique, and a Salvation Army all in reasonable distance of our apartment. Each location has a slightly different type of stock. The store near my gym has a ton of vintage suits, sweaters, and skirts plus a good amount of wool clothes. The only one with fitting rooms-Unique-has more of your season or two old name brand clothes and some more modern shoes. The Salvation Army is hit-or-miss most days. **As the internet is not always friendly, I want to clarify that I am mentioning the brands of things not because I only wear name-brands but to show the craziness of what you can find/how much you can save by thrifting.**

After about two hours of carrying around all kinds of things, I ended up finding a vintage plaid German wool skirt, a New York and Company blouse that actually fits, an L.L. Bean super soft flannel shirt (in the men’s section, but who cares?), a Banana Republic longer women’s flannel, and a mystery flannel with an embroidery style print on the back. I also found replacement tall boots for the ones I’ve entirely worn through at 10% of what they’d be in the store! I know I’m not the only one who finds more than they were looking for when they go shopping. My other goal was to look for baskets to organize my tea & coffee shelf, but the ones of the right size didn’t have tags & they won’t sell them unmarked.

One of these days when we have all of our pictures hung up and the boxes all dealt with, I’m planning to go back and find some fun decorations. Both my mom & MIL have found me fun wreaths that make the front door look more fun, but my current decoration set up consists of my wedding bouquet, two lanterns, and a ton of mostly-burnt candles. The candles are perfectly usable, but not so pretty to look at right when you come in the door. I also have quite a bit of yarn that I don’t have a project for. I only know a handful of crochet stitches and I can only use/give away so many earwarmers.

In other news, I finally got around to sewing the tears in my leggings that have been waiting a long, long time. Unlike the other ladies of my family, sewing and I just don’t get along. Much like my math skills, I can get things done and understand the concepts, but don’t enjoy it. I also don’t know much about the sewing machine I currently have, which is my excuse for not hemming my jeans. Can you stitch through light-weight denim without an industrial machine? Not wanting to find out the hard way, I decided rolling my jeans will work until I get back to Ohio and my mother’s sewing expertise.

Rather than blogging about each week’s highs & lows, I wanted to try writing about themes & topics. I like fashion & cooking, but I’m not sure whether the audience of this blog would have any interest in either of those. Feel free to comment here or on the Facebook post with opinions or any topics you want to hear about. I plan to also write about the new books I’ve been reading after processing them a bit more.

Round Two of Changing Everything

So most people know that when I got my job in Chicago I moved here, got married, moved Mark here and went back to work the next day all in under a month. This time we found a new apartment, moved across town, had family bring all kinds of things from Ohio, became church members, and flew to Cancun in under a week. We need to stop doing this!

My department at work has two yearly meetings where everyone comes to the Chicago office for a week each time. That happened the week before we moved, so boxing things up didn’t really happen. Mark tried to box & move some things but ended up hurting his back somehow early in the week and didn’t get as much accomplished as we planned. Both sets  of parents came from Ohio on Saturday to help move & brought the couch over. Our pastor came to help along with two other friends before they all went home to clean up and go to the pastor’s wife’s 40th birthday party. Our lovely Cru friend brought over a delicious dinner and we all went to bed early.

Sunday we headed to church, Costco, and then home to keep unpacking and see off our parents. Monday I went to work and we went to bed early. We packed up two backpacks and a carry on and set the alarm clock for Tuesday for 4 am. Being up-to-date on the latest airline suggestions, we got there 3 hours ahead, and made it through security in 10 minutes, leaving us with nothing to do at 5:36 am. We finally boarded around 8:00 and were promptly told we’d be sitting at the gate for around 45 minutes while they documented the “parking lot ding” on the airplane that “was nothing to worry about”. Knowing that Tropical Storm Franklin had just hit the day before, I was in no hurry to be in an airplane over the remnants of 64 mph wind, but we made up time somewhere and landed about 20 minutes later than planned.

The vacation package included a shuttle, but the arrival area was packed & chaotic. We did find the shuttle, but then stood outside in line for about 30 minutes. We were the 3rd group to be dropped off, and the hotel staff met us outside with fresh orange juice and took us to the check in. By then, it was 3 pm and we were hungry. American Airlines doesn’t serve lunch on 3 hour flights unless you purchase a lunch. We checked in, walked up the main staircase and down the hall to our room. I was a bit concerned by the reviews I read before going, but everything was better than expected! (With the exception of the bed feeling like they put a mattress pad on a wood block). After setting things down we headed for lunch, which was served indoors on account of the storm the day before.


After lunch, we walked around outside and looked at the beach and the two hotel pools. They had hammocks, little covered areas, and regular umbrellas. We went back to the room for a nap before going to dinner & back to bed. (Really exciting, I know, but I woke up at 3 am.)

Wednesday, we had breakfast in the lobby, and took a walk to the Flamingo Mall don the road. It was in the last stages of closing before being turned into a convention center in December, so the store owners were happy to see people. We wandered through, walked a ways down the road and looked at the lagoon and resorts, then headed back to the pool at the hotel. Mark decided the ocean was more fun and spent a few hours getting bashed around by the huge waves. He made a friend, and I got us reservations for the fancy restaurant for that night. We mainly stayed at the pool/ocean until 5-ish when we went back and Mark napped while I got cleaned up for dinner. We both got burnt even with sunscreen, but Mark was extremely crispy and was doused in lotion about every 2 hours for the rest of the trip.



Dinner was very nice. Not much to choose from for a vegetarian, but the cook sent out additional appetizers of the day that were really good and my pesto pasta was good. Mark was surprised at the length of dinner; it took 2 hours.

Thursday we doubled up on the sunscreen, met friends at the pool, tried water aerobics with a very adamant instructor, and still got burnt. We found out that there are fenced areas for sea turtle nest protection and that the turtles come in around 10-12 pm to lay their eggs. I had every intention of staying up, but passed out around 9:30 and Mark couldn’t wake me up. I thought they released the baby turtles at 8 am, but when we showed up Friday morning we found out it was 8 pm. But we got to see them digging up the egg shells, baby turtles, and counting them all.

After the turtles, we walked back to the Flamingo Mall. I got two sets of earrings, but when Mark went to buy his souvenir, the machine declined both of our cards. The shop owner scrambled up $10 USD in change for us after telling me he had no US dollars, and as soon as we got back to the resort, both our phones went off with fraud alerts from the bank. He tried charging us $30 USD each time, which the bank flagged. Good for us that the bank caught it, but that meant all of our auto payments, like our transit passes, wouldn’t load. After the flight back, we had just enough coins to get Mark back to the apartment. I didn’t realize that my pass also wasn’t working and ended up with a negative balance. Apparently you can have about $10 in negative charges before your pass won’t work.

Mark got both our cards working yesterday after we unpacked some, grocery shopped, and then we met my cousins at a pub in Lincoln Square for dinner. It was nice, and it’s a good place for food, but something was going on at 6 pm yesterday because it was packed with rowdy people! I made a week’s worth of lunches and tried to straighten out our closet before going to bed.

It will be interesting to see how tomorrow goes at work. I haven’t ever been gone this long before, and even with my team covering I feel like I’ll have several hundred emails! Now I’ll have to start saving up vacation days for the next adventure!

New & Exciting Changes!

It’s so much easier waiting and being patient when you can see the lovely light at the end of the tunnel! Mark and I have found a new apartment that we can move into on August 1st that is gorgeous and a major step up from our current place. I’ll add photos when we’re moved in, since it’s being repainted & cleaned at the moment. Our current apartment is all clean and organized because we have company! Lizzie & Eli from BG Cru are visiting Chicago & staying with us. We had the best surprise last night when they left for dinner and came back engaged! I’m so excited for them!

Mark and I are waiting for our tickets to Cancun as the date gets closer and closer. Two and a half more weeks to go! It’s going to be a whirlwind getting packed and starting to move between both apartments. The local thrift store chain is having a 1/2 off sale this weekend, so I’m going on a search for a living room rug. The new apartment has almost new hardwood floors and we have heavy furniture, so I’m nervous about scratching up the floors. We learned our lesson last weekend at the thrift store when we decided to wait a bit on a rolling kitchen cart and then saw it being wheeled out by another customer 10 minutes later. I need to be faster at making decisions! (We also have no room for anything anyway…)

Mark has FAFSA mostly filled out with the help of wonderful people at Wright College and is waiting on a few more things to fall in place before he can schedule classes & orientation. It’s hard to believe he’ll be going back to school in about 4 weeks! The campus is great, with lots of grass and trees, and it’s actually closer to our new apartment. He’s been working with a specialist on ADHD techniques and there’s already a noticeable difference. He’s getting things done faster, hardly forgetting anything, and by going to the gym earlier made a new friend. He’s learning to box from the new friend and is pretty excited about it. We received 4 great books on ADD/ADHD also from my aunt and uncle. I’ve been reading through the first one on the train and I think it’s actually having more of an affect on me than Mark. He doesn’t need to understand how ADD works, he lives it. I, however, am getting a better in depth perspective than I got out of my psychology classes.

I also started reading through Uninvited by Lysa TerKeurst, and Crazy Love by Francis Chan. It’s an interesting experience reading through both at the same time. They tend to complement each other as they use the same concept to two different ends. Uninvited is about relearning your identity based on Biblical truth instead of past experiences and Crazy Love is about taking a look at God’s identity and how that shows his love for us. If anybody else is reading either, I’d love to hear your thoughts about them. I had the best intentions to read through Uninvited with a friend, but the mailing system & book store craziness that ensued resulted in two books ending up in Ohio and one eventually making it to Chicago that I started reading & gave to my sister, thinking mine would be mailed from Ohio in a few days. Well, I think Chicago USPS ate my book, as it still hasn’t shown up. Luckily, I have plenty of ADD books, plus Crazy Love to finish first.

Oh, Chicago

I haven’t been writing because I keep waiting for things to be resolved first. It doesn’t seem like that will happen anytime soon. I’ve got things that are up in the air, Mark has things up in the air, church things are in flux…

I’m waiting for word back from a few places before we can 100% say we’ll be in Chicago for the next year. Mark was accepted to a local college (yay!!) but can’t finish registration because we may or may not still be in Chicago or this particular part of Chicago. We said goodbye to one of the two pastors of our church and will be saying good bye to our lovely deaconess soon as they move on to new things. (Does any pastor actually stay retired?) And we’re in limbo waiting to hear if Mark’s temporary contract will turn into an actual job. What kind of HR department just stops scheduling you without even a “hey, your contract is ending soon” email? So many places have hidden workings that aren’t as straight forward as the official/public policies.

But with all of this crazy, chaotic change and waiting, we’re finally getting used to Chicago. We have friends visiting us in July, planned a double date this week with another newly married couple our age, and are starting membership class at our church. I’ve been walking to and from the train since it’s so nice out, and taking a back way through residential areas to cut down on the frustration of unsolicited attention. Mark found a great counseling center that will work with him on his ADHD in preparation for the school year. I went to Activate, a Chicago Loop event with free food and entertainment and then met Cru Millennials in Millennium Park for a concert. It was so nice to talk with friends!

We now have friends here! Chicago in winter is not an easy place to meet people, but I feel like we are starting to build a community around us. Our church is lovely, but doesn’t have many college-age men for Mark to do things with. Cru Millennials is a genius idea and connects Cru alumni with other like-minded people in big cities. A large majority of the people I’ve met through the bi-weekly lunches are young men that Mark can get to know.

Apartment hunting season is here, and half of my office has been talking about landlords, moving companies and leases. I can’t wait to get out of our apartment and into something that we can stay in for longer. We still have boxes to unpack because we don’t have the space, and every time we go back to Ohio we take a car load back to our parents’ basements. Various people have given us suggestions of newspaper listings, good neighborhoods, and what to look for. I can’t believe the difference here of how little space people have, especially for storage. How do you organize an entire life into two closets?? What do people do with winter coats and blankets? Maybe that’s why every few blocks I see a giant storage location…