First time in Chicago

My first time in Chicago was amazing! The weather was nice and warm. The sun’s reflection on every skyscraper. Walking by the clear blue beach. Going to the field museum for free. Eating almond croissants. I stayed with my friend for spring break. He said he had to take me Chicago which I never been. So, I was pretty excited. My friend and I we had to wake up early to catch the train from Wheaton to Chicago. I was really tired to be excited in the morning. The train ride was nice. It was interesting to see different places in Illinois. Once we got to Madison street in Chicago the air was cold and windy.

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The more I walked the warmer it got.  My friend and I were pretty hungry. We got to Millennium Park where I got to see the bean…

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I’ve seen so many pictures of the bean, and I’ve never seen it myself. (Yup that’s me in the first picture). After we got bored of millennium park we got some Starbucks. While we were eating our friend(my friend’s roommate) texted us that Field Museum had free admission for Augustana students and Illinois residents. Here’s some pics of what we saw in the museum

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Lol yeah this is me being weird.

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That’s about it. More pictures to come.

Have a nice spring break.
Love, T

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Happy belated Valentine’s day

I know it’s a bit late, and I’m sorry about that. Valentine’s day always sucked for me, well most Valentine’s day. I always watched girls holding the huge teddy bears, and the vibrant red roses. And I asked myself why can’t I have that. Why do I have to be weird awkward girl who’s relationships sucked? Why can’t I have the real thing? If you feel the same way it’s okay. Throughout my years I always had a problem loving myself. I was never really happy with myself. Growing up I dealt with people calling me ugly, and now I compare myself with other girls. Why can’t I be pretty like them? They look they have it all figured it out, and I feel like I’m stuck in this record playing over and over again. Then I started to look for that feeling of acceptance of myself in guys. They made me feel better temporarily, but then I was left alone. And I ending up asking myself: what did I do wrong? Was it something that I said or did? I realized that I wasn’t respecting myself by letting guys take advantage of me. Sometimes Valentine’s day isn’t about loving your boyfriend or girlfriend, sometimes it’s about loving yourself. So it’s okay if you were single on Valentine’s day, and it’s totally okay to love yourself you don’t need anyone to do that for you.

Love, T
P.S: the best thing about Valentine’s day is discount on chocolates!