I always hate the feeling in trying to make your new place feel like home. I remember when I moved to Bloomington…I hated it. It never felt like home, then about the time when I was comfortable with it and starting to really enjoy living on my own I decided to move to NYC. It took me about a year to fall in love with NY. At first I hated it…I was scared to drive, I was scared to do anything really. The apartment was so small. The lifestyle was just different. I missed my family and my friends and wanted to move back. Now after being here for about 4 months I feel like I barely know Chicago. I miss ny. It’s like some days I just crave it. It makes me wonder what Chicago holds.