a mouth-gasm waiting to happen

Earlier this week, I learned that I’ll be needed in New York a whole lot sooner than expected (July 13 to be exact) and so my days have become a blur of preparations for the move.

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon shopping the boutiques on and around Division in Wicker Park. I made successful acquisitions at Habit, Mulberry & Me and Le Dress, which means I also put quite a dent in my new work wardrobe budget.

But the highlight of my day was definitely the mid-afternoon break for lunch at Birchwood Kitchen, where I enjoyed a baguette shmeared with goat cheese, piled high with wafer thin slices of crisp pickled beets and dressed with a sweet walnut pesto and arugula.

 

 

One of many abandoned warehouses I pass on my walk from the Ashland stop on the Green line to the office on Carroll at Damen

Spent last night sorting through twenty-one binders full of old course notes and cases, papers and exams, setting aside what will be recycled (I’m looking at you, Macro final, you too, Managing the Workplace midterm) and filing away the bits I want to save in labeled binders. It’s almost obscene, the physical space that these tomes occupy.

More walking around planned this afternoon – headed to Home Depot for boxes and packing tape, then to FedEx Office to print, sign and fax back my moving quote. The photo on the left was taken on my bi-weekly walk through the industrial district in which the start up I’ve been working with is located. This is one of many abandoned building I pass along the way.