My final full day in Chicago was a blur of car horns, books, helicopter noise, cracks in the pavement, and good food. I dedicated my day to simply walking everywhere in the city, but only after visiting the Newberry, a rare books archive for researchers.
I woke up early in the morning to grab the train into the city only to learn that they were not running at the moment. Helicopters swooped over the train line all the way from where I stood into the cityscape of towering skyscrapers that stood in the distance. Apparently a man tried to end his life by throwing himself in front of the train. It was horrible to hear and I felt the sadness drift upon as I realized that even I, and I am sure many others, when I did not know the reason for the delay was angry about the traffic and the not functioning train. For a moment I had felt that this man’s death, his misery, his trapped and hurting heart and mind where simply an obstacle to my forward movement. That is a horrible thing to think but I hadn’t even realized I had felt it and when I realized my own unconscious thinking it felt like a punch to the gut. A man’s death, his suffering to a stranger trying to get to work or a tourist trying to tour the city only felt the delay of his actions, not the truth behind them. It was a hard morning and I hope his family has some peace in this. I had lost sight in my mania of exploration of the people around me as real people. I felt like I had woken up when I heard over the cab radio what had happened. This trip in many ways is a very selfish endeavor, it is for me and me alone, maybe to be enjoyed by others in the stories to come, but as a result I had forgotten to actually look into the eyes of the people around me as real humans with personal agendas and personal pains. It was a contemplative morning for me to say the least and I walked away hoping to never forget to value each person on the street as someone who deeply mattered in their own special way.
I took a cab to the Newberry instead of the train but was further waylaid when my cab got hit by another cab. It wasn’t bad but it skidded along the side of the car and took off the side view mirror with a loud clash and bang. I sat with wide eyes in the back of the cab as my driver got out and started to yell at the other driver. It was a very strange incident and I was just happy to get out of the car and rely on my own two feet for the rest of the day.
The Newberry was impressive and I felt pretty special getting my visiting scholar badge and my own little personal desk where they spread out the books I had requested in little pillow beds. I spent the majority of the morning pouring over old Milton books and William Blake paintings. It was enough to make my little english major heart implode.
I emerged from the library with a mind full of poetry and paintings onto the urban streets of Chicago, ready to get lost in between the towering buildings.
After getting some coffee at Bowtruss I wandered all over the place but the riverwalk was definitely my favorite. The different bridges and the sun reflecting off of the glass buildings like the scales of some enormous fish onto the grey streets below. The noise of this city is somewhat overwhelming yet beautiful. The clinking of change in a cup, the thudding of tires on the slates of the bridges, the horns of passing tour boats, and the chittering of people all around me. This truly is a beautiful city, there is so much for the eyes to feast upon everywhere you look.
I took a break at Do-Rite Donuts where I got a delicious maple bacon donut that kind of blew my mind. I had never had a donut like this before and I sat down by the river to enjoy the view and the food.
I also had to do the iconic sights like Cloud Gate or as it is commonly called The Bean.
My obligatory Bean selfie.
After my touristy stops I wandered back down the Magnificent Mile or Michigan Ave shopping streets where I stumbled upon a food truck. Right in from of the NBC building was this bright yellow truck with a long line so I decided it must be worth while. It was Pierogi Streets, a pierogi truck. The food was unbelievable, I had braised beef and spinach/feta pierogis topped with spicy grilled onions, sauerkraut, and bacon. It was heavenly.
It was a great day of wandering but by the end my feet were tired and the sun had set on the city. The shadows cast by the tall buildings created almost a canopy of darkness and in this artificial shade I left the city behind to go pack my belongings for the road ahead.
I left Chicago that next afternoon after a morning at the Ferrara Bakery, a visit to my aunt’s studio, and a fantastic final lunch at the Art Institute.
I am so grateful for my family that has helped me along the way, none of this would be possible without them. My lovely aunt and uncle and my beautiful cousin were so kind to me and welcoming and after so long since I last saw them. I love that I get to see so much of my family but it is so hard constantly leaving everyone behind after just finally getting to see them after so long. I have never said goodbye so many times before in such a short period of time. Every person I see along the way makes it harder to say goodbye the next time, I am more reluctant to leave yet also more excited for what comes next. This trip is one of the most challenging things I have ever done but also one of the most rewarding. I will carry these memories and these special moments with me forever even when I have returned home to California. But after Chicago I headed even farther East. I drove that day from Chicago to Pittsburgh across Indiana and Ohio. At the moment when it felt hardest to leave my family, it felt inconceivable to be moving farther away from the world I knew and loved but the East Coast was on my mind and I meant to reach it as soon as possible. The other end of the country was within reach and with it the goal of my solo road trip was within sight.