Moving on up…literally. Up to the 41st floor to be more exact. This is what I wake up to every morning. Yeah, I’m still not even close to over it–I had about 40 pictures to choose from for this post of the exact same view because I take a picture pretty much every morning, noon and night. Thank God all those other apartments didn’t work out because apparently 18th time’s a charm.
Luna Bell is thrilled with the move. She doesn’t know what to do with all the room she has to run and her new favorite past time is watching the lights from cars going by at night. Her head just whips back and forth. It’s hilarious.
Ryan feels pretty much the same way. He has lots of room to run and he likes looking out the window too.
As for me, I’m just livin’ the dream. When I was young, my family came to Chicago a lot. I wasn’t allowed to cross the street by myself in my hometown, but for some reason, when we were in Chicago, my Dad would leave me a $10 on the dresser at the hotel in the morning to get myself a newspaper and Corner Bakery for breakfast and then I would wander around Michigan Avenue and the Gold Coast window shopping for hours. I remember thinking, “Someday, this is what I’m going to do every day.” I know that’s super cheesy but if I ever stop squealing on the inside (and let’s be serious, sometimes on the outside) when I cross the river in the morning or see the Navy Pier fireworks happening right outside my window or when my daily run consists of being on the most beautiful lake-shore in the world, well, then it’s time for me to move. Or stop being such a curmudgeon.
Living with my favorite person and cat in the world in my favorite city in the world…jackpot, baby. Overwhelmingly grateful for these blessings.
High Five of the Day: I just noticed the reflection in this above picture so the High Five of the Day has got to go to my tank top. The Scoop Neck Tank is my fav.