The hardest part about being in Chicago has been _being_ in Chicago. The alone parts, in particular.

I haven’t travelled very much since coming out. And when I do, I surround myself with the people who love me most. (There is no better armor) Being out and about in strange environs by myself (or even just with workmates) is about as far from my comfort zone as can be.

It’s probably good for me.

Too bad I’ll be spending the rest of this trip locked up inside, writing performance reviews. 😝