How to make friends in Chicago: sit outside a starbucks by yourself

I finally made my long anticipated move to Chicago. I just got a job in the city and am actually starting to get settled here.

It’s been a crazy past couple of weeks and my mind has been going in every which direction trying to figure out the city and what it is that I want to be doing. Last night was one of my lowest points since I’ve moved here. I was in the city and had to say goodbye to someone that I care very much about. The reason why it was such a big deal for me, is because I have no idea when I will see him again. On top of that, I just generally felt lost. I haven’t had a chance to see any of my friends (besides him) in the past month, and I haven’t really made many here yet. I just feel lonely. I am also stressing out about my job, because I have to commute quite a ways and I’m not sure if it’s going to work out yet.

Anyways, I was visibly upset and didn’t want to go home yet, so I sat down at a starbucks and ordered a coffee. I sat outside with my headphones in, drinking my coffee alone and watching the thousands of people pass by on Michigan Avenue when a complete stranger approached me out of no where. I took out my headphones as he extended his hand and introduced himself. He asked me to dinner and I quickly declined as I still felt full and sad from wallowing in my self pity. He then asked me, “Well what about a drink?” I paused for a second and thought to myself, why not? What else am I going to do, sit here and cry about how alone and lost I feel? So I said yes.

We made our way down the street to an upscale Mexican restaurant and we both ordered a margarita. Aside from it being the best margarita that I have ever had, the vibe of the restaurant was amazing. There were fireplaces made up of blue rocks on fire everywhere, the lighting was dim, and every one around me seemed beautiful and happy. He ended up ordering tapas even though I insisted that I wasn’t hungry. Over our margaritas and tapas, we discussed our life philosophies, what we looked for in other people, using Tinder in the city, and work. It was great conversation for it being with someone that I had just met less than an hour ago. We ended up parting ways, but before we did, he gave me his business card (so adult). I haven’t reached out to him yet and I’m honestly still not sure if I will.


As I rode the CTA home that night, I felt extremely hopeful. This is the beginning of my new life. I may feel completely alone one moment, but I am surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people every single day. There are so many people who are going to be a part of my life here that I simply just haven’t come across yet. Last night made me realize that in this city, anything is possible. And if I want something, I need to put myself out there and go get it. Because at this point, the only thing that’s stopping me is myself. Here’s to a new city, a new outlook on life, new friends, new loves, and most importantly new experiences.


“when pennies or feathers appear…”

I’ve recently made a ton of changes in my life. Some have been small, while some have been huge. I got a new job. I am changing my major and career path my senior year of college. I chopped of 8 inches of my hair. I finally found the strength to move on from loving someone who doesn’t fully appreciate me. I’ve decided that it’s okay to spend the holiday weekend alone. The list goes on. Even though I know that this will all make me happier in the long run, change isn’t something that comes easy for me and I’ve been stressed out to the max wondering if I am making the right decisions. Half of the time I don’t even feel like I know what I really am doing with my life and feel like I am setting myself up for ¬†failure. Then today at around 6 o’clock, I got a little sign that maybe I am on the right path.

I found two feathers in my living room. I have been living alone for the past two months, have not gone outside today or had any windows and doors open, and I have been in my living room since noon. Then suddenly I look over and there are two white fluffy feathers laying 3 feet across from me. One under a painting on my wall and one at the foot of my couch. I had an unusual and explanatory feeling about where they came from. Then I googled, “I found two feathers.” According to hundreds of people, this is a sign from an angel that they are with you, you are on the right path, or that they are there to help. This probably sounds insane or really silly to a lot of people. It even sounds a little silly to me. I mean, I wouldn’t even consider myself a very spiritual person. But as bad as things have been going in my life this summer, and then for them to suddenly change like that have been in the past week or two, it just makes sense to me. Not to mention the fact that there is literally no where where they could have logically came from.

Maybe I’m crazy. Or maybe it really is a sign. Maybe I really am finally headed in the right direction and that my life is about to get a lot better. Either way, I am hopeful.