Salutations from Streeterville

Hey everyone! I’m currently smack dab in the middle of a rather large city. Those of you who know me/or are familiar with the area themselves will know which one. 🙂 I’m here with my parents for a conference that my mother is attending, and I’ll be here until the middle of the afternoon tomorrow. My mother will actually be at the conference until Monday, and my sibling will be coming down tomorrow to stay for a night. I’m uber excited because, for all the times I’ve stayed overnight at Christmas time, I’ve never done so in the summer. Should be a delight!

It was pouring down rain when we left home, but by the time we arrived it was brilliantly sunny. A beautiful day in the neighborhood, as my dad quoting Mr. Rogers would say. I’m looking out the window of a restaurant at the brick buildings and tree lined streets, all the while feeling incredibly lucky to be here. This is just one of those good days, where everything seems to fall neatly into place and happen exactly as you hope.

We’re going to go check in at our hotel in about half an hour, and probably grab dinner sometime after that. Lunch was delicious and I’m still full, so I can’t help but wonder where we’ll end up when/if we ever do get hungry.

Anyway, I may be dragging some of my friends down here again in a few weeks when they come to visit. You guys know who you are, and I hope you’re looking forward to our visit as much as I am.

Hope everyone’s having a great day. I know I am, although I do wish I had brought my laptop with me, because I am feeling inspired like you wouldn’t believe.


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