There is nothing like moving into you first unsupervised place. It provide opportunities for degeneracy unfathomed while under the lock and key of the RA. Needless to say, sharing in Aaron Pollock's first week in his apartment has been a true honor, fervently reminding me of how happy I am to be done with college. I've slept face down on a mattress, in a loft, with a coach pillow for three days. It was beautiful.
There has not been much pursuing of passion, but we have sampled nearly every eatery in a 12 block radius. I suggest Ian's pizza on the corner of Francis and University. It kicks the crap out of Anchovie's buffalo chicken pizza. We went to the farmer's market, in the shadow of the nation's second largest capitol building, and ate fresh Wisconsin cheddar cheese curds. They were disturbingly fresh and delicious.
Off to Chicago, and whatever that entails…
xoxo
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