Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Melting Pot

My whole life I have lived in a suburb of Indianapolis called Avon, IN. Avon was a town made up of subdivisions and chain restaurants; a place where the language was English, and the color was white. Moving to a large metropolis like Chicago I didn’t…

Nobody Notices a Loner

Every day in Chicago, I pass thousands of people as I walk between my various points of business. Thousands of feet…

The In Between: A Girl Walks Alone At Night

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Seeing sunrise in cloudy morning

I have been in Chicago for more than a month. I found a lot of different between Chicago and Beijing…

I watched the sunrise, and it dawned on me

4:00 am I woke up around 4 am on a Friday morning, dragged myself out of bed to eat…

Rush of The Windy Hour

I begin my solitary walk in a familiar location. It was the start of rush hour and I’m in Lincoln Park. I was purposefully walking amongst the 9–5 dwellers who painstakingly cause the most beautiful ramble of chaos in human existence hoping to squeeze just about anything from the rush of…

A Knot of Ideas

The ideas they told me about the city were of concrete slabs, marginalized and homeless people, litter, and choas. Coming from an upper class suburb near Laguna Beach in California I was nervous I wouldn’t like Chicago. The idea of a dull city with little to do but sit in my room and hide away from…

Not a Lot of Italy

People Define the City

Chicago is the third Largest city in the United States of America and the twenty fourth largest city in the world. It…

Don’t Get Tide Down