I'm going to Chicago next week. I'm thinking about how this visit, it's a different place. It'll be the second visit in which I won't have my dad's apartment to stay at while I'm in town. I'm thinking that I forgot what cold is... did I already mention that here? Just ordered socks and gloves. That's really it. I can physically handle the cold, but I'm starting to fixate on it. Like. Why am I making myself go up there? Because flights were cheaper? Because I wanted to set a precedent for travel in the new year? Seems, existentially, beyond my control.
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