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Memo from 1990: if you want to mess with your mind, watch six episodes of Twin Peaks in a row. It’s good, though! And creepy. And slower-paced, but also more suspenseful than a lot of equivalent shows today – with much less sex, and much more intrusive instrumental music. It also means that Nolan and I can now retroactively understand a whole bunch of Simpsons references.

In more recent productions, we also saw Edge of Tomorrow at the cinema movie theatre this week. (For a mere $6.50, folks! This was exciting in its own right.) As usual I concur with Abbi – this is really pretty good, and worth seeing, even if it does star Tom Cruise.

This week I also reached two important landmarks in my American journey. Number #1: health insurance! This will make me significantly less bankrupt if I have the misfortune to be hit by a truck and survive. Number #2: my first July 4th, Independence Day! Which we celebrated with a suspiciously French-style picnic by the beach, before going back to Kristina’s for hot dogs, corn on the cob, a bevy of neighbourhood fireworks and patriotic songs. God bless America, etc. etc.

Picnic

Nolan riding by the harbour

So my sense of time is all disjointed right now due to the ‘everything is new’ feeling, which makes piecing together a blog post about what’s been going on harder than normal. Of course, the working week is still the working week of – y’know – going to work, which is a comforting routine to have. I know some people found the idea of relocating without a resting period strange, but actually it’s been nice to get into ‘normal life’ mode as quickly as possible. And work is cool, anyway.

Some of the highlights beyond that: there having been far too many ‘Dominic celebrations’ recently, birthday drinks on Thursday night consisted of an utterly lovely and relaxed gathering outside Motel Bar. Thanks to those who made it happen, and everyone else for your birthday wishes! I am now 25, which feels imposingly significant, as in ‘halfway to 50’. But at least I have gained 6 extra hours from the timezone switch, which are mine to bank for as long as I’m here.

Not pictured: drink encased in coaster

Nolan took me along to a house party on Friday night, at which I was surprised to learn that ‘naming all 50 states’ is not actually so straightforward for citizens either. (Although props to the girl who could rattle them off in alphabetical order without so much as taking a breath.) And then on Saturday night I was honoured to be invited along to Todd’s birthday – Todd being a beloved Grouponian – which included these very fetching coasters. Not pictured is any drink actually encased in said coaster, because by the time Leah, Alex and I left the second bar my phone was definitely dead. But it was a good night.

There aren’t really many bad points right now, Chicago being a pretty friendly and relaxed city with lots of things going on. It’s been easy enough to catch a train or a bus downtown and enjoy the final day of the Blues Festival, or grab some tasty food, or just wander by the water:

Perfect to sit, read, think, get attacked by a crazy bird

The drawback is really that when it starts to rain, it really rains, so the British ‘oh well, it’s raining, that’s a shame, let’s carry on anyway’ spirit doesn’t work. Having the admin hassle of applying for everything from scratch can be tedious (top candidates for tedium are ‘getting a Social Security number’ and ‘opening an account with T-Mobile’ – the latter in particular has turned into a marathon of phone calls with unhelpful customer service agents). And there’s been a fair bit of turtling*, too. But overall, I am settling in, and the next big challenge will be finding somewhere permanent to live from August. Hello, Craigslist…

*Note: I’m not using this to mean mean any of the things described on Urban Dictionary.

Isn’t this beautiful?

Believe it or not, Chicago is beautiful and sunny right now. Hurray for summer!

Some random thoughts:

• I am living with Nolan and Brett for a couple of months. Nolan and Brett are wonderful, and very tolerant of having to pause the TV every few seconds so some new aspect of Americana can be explained to me. They also showed me Wayne’s World.
• I can literally watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report on TV. In the right timezone. This has been a long time coming.
• Target is great.
• Going to work with a bunch of people you already know makes for a very nice transition. On Friday night, I went to see Benno at the Art of Adaptation Festival in a cool little theatre with Grisel, Shelby, Jonathan and Agata. This was prefaced with Mexican food and followed by beer… so I’m having a good time.
• At the same time, being new and uprooted is a great opportunity to do random things. Last night, I got talking to two random guys sitting outside a bar, and ended up in their back garden round a fire while they practised their country music on the banjo and the guitar. Onward for adventure.

Mum and dad

Thank you to everyone who came to my Deportation Party on Sunday night, and/or those who made a fuss at work today for my last day in the London office 🙂 The photos below are only a snapsnot, because so many wonderful people were there!

Let’s see now. I’ve given blood. I’ve packed… ur, mostly. I’ve caught Maya for a long overdue catch-up, had blue cheese pasta in Joshua’s new flat and had my last Indian takeaway tonight. I’ve even stolen some teabags from the kitchen for an emergency supply in case I get tea-withdrawal upon landing.

Time to fly!

The Keegan-Self Image

Katie, me and Grace. I look a little odd.

You must know who these people are by now

Photo of the night!

My visa is real. I mean, really real. I mean, at the Embassy (after some prodigious queuing) they smiled and said that everything was fine and it was going to be real, but it was only once they’d posted my passport back to me (+$30 delivery fee) could I actually see that it was really real. This has several implications:

• My goodbyes have probably not been premature
• I really need to not lose my passport before Wednesday
• Assuming the above, I’ll be moving country on Wednesday. Eep!

Some more goodbyes, then:

Boys of the family

Me and Lucy

One final News Revue

Nice problem to have: at the bottom of a very large pile of paper, I discovered a Watersones gift card. Despite it being 2014, you’re not able to check the balance online, so I duly trooped into Waterstones Piccadilly to check how much was on there. Answer: £50! For books! Ah, but the sting in the tail – obviously I can’t just go around buying heavy books to lug across the Atlantic. Bottom line: if it’s your birthday coming up, I’ve got you a book. Hope that’s OK.