I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I no longer live in Chicago. I can't just open my bedroom window and see the reflection of the moon on the lake. instead I am listening to a chorus of Cicada's and crickets and the sky is vast and filled with stars and possibilities.
As as of today, I live in the house with the orange doors in my childhood hometown of Champaign/Urbana.
I have always always wanted an orange door. I love your house!
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