the Worm Hole

On Saturday, we went into Wicker Park, a neighborhood on the NW side of Chicago.  We heard of hipsters and a cool coffee shop called the Worm Hole.  We got off the CTA blue line and began wandering down streets seeking this coffee shop.  We visited a four-story used book store, who's floor to ceiling labyrinth smelled of dust and mildewed pages.  The main strip was strewn with second-hand shops and bars, each with its own personality.

When we finally found the Worm Hole we took a seat at the bar and enjoyed glasses of iced tea, commenting on the Star Wars and other 70's/80's paraphernalia (including a full sized DeLorean).  We played Super Mario Bro's.  Wicker Park is truly hipster.

When we arrived back at the Loop downtown, we felt at home near the 20-story buildings and flying taxi's.  We realized that when it comes to being hipster, we are not.  We are us and it's ok to realize we're not something else.

Live from Chi-town...

We've been in Chicago three days.  Our living room is filled with boxes which are filled with our life from Holland.  We are slowly unpacking and rebuilding the framework for our lives from here on out in Chicago.  

The past two mornings we've gone to the same Starbuck's to get internet.  This morning we felt a sense of familiarity and fondness until we came out to find that orange scar on Warturtle's windshield for parking only half way in a no-parking zone.  I guess what costs $10 in Holland costs $60 in this town.

We are staying very busy but every once in a while we stop and it feels like we're not at home.  We realize we haven't done anything normal in a while.  Then I go clip my fingernails, or eat a sandwich, or continue my reading through the old testament and realize that we have to build our home hear and that's why it doesn't feel like home yet.

You are all now welcome here at any time.  We're at 2801 South Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Drive (S. King Drive is accepted universally too), apt. 1713, Chicago IL, 60616.