“Oh no! You got a boo boo?” I said on my 2nd day of teaching in Chicago. A student had just come up to me with a scratched knee from falling on the grass. I was so surprised when he gave me a weird look and said “NO!” before running to the other teacher and asking for a Band-Aid.
WHAT DID I DO WRONG?
Turns out, I had asked the kid if he had poop. Here in Chicago, “boo boo” doesn’t mean a small injury to a little kid. It only took me one extra day to figure that one out.
Here are 6 more phrases that mean something different here in Chicago than they do anywhere else I’ve ever lived.
“Push the door up” – Close the door
“I gotta use it” – I need to use the bathroom
“That’s high” – That’s expensive!
“Washroom” – Bathroom
“LSD” – Not a drug. “Riding down LSD” does not actually mean you’re on some type of drug trip. It just means you’re on Lakeshore Drive, a main road along the lake here.
“You’re stupid!” – Does not actually mean someone is questioning your intelligence. Just means “Oh you’re funny!”
Have you hear these in your area of the country? What are some other phrases that mean different things depending on where you live?
Oh…hey there. This thing still works- what do you know? I’m so happy to be jumping right back into the blogging world! I took a bit of a hiatus, but after publishing Tuesday’s post, I feel like I’m back to normal!
All that said- here’s what’s been going through my head while I’ve been away.
ONE: I miss my blog friends. I’ve been lurking around, reading and keeping up from afar, but I miss the interaction and true community of it!
TWO: I should probably write a blog post. I mean, it’s been a while. Has it been too long? Has everyone forgotten about me? Will it still work? Do I even know how to write anymore? What did I write about before?
THREE: I should write about this [insert event-funny thing-concert-festival-etc. here]!! It would be such a great post! I can’t wait to share it!
FOUR: I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS! How in the world will I get them all written out?
FIVE: Yeah, I really need to get back into blogging. I miss it too much. I need to write. So here I am. Committed to popping up around here much more often. Taking it all back to basics. Writing about things I care about and things that make me laugh. Things that help us all live our best lives.
Let’s do this.
I’m so happy to be returning to this and back into all of your lives. TELL ME all the exciting things that have been happening in your lives while I’ve been gone! Leave a comment to let me know!
Today, I wanted to share a letter. A love letter. To the city of Chicago.
If you follow me on Instagram, you might have noticed that I’ve started using a new hashtag on photos that show my newfound love and adoration of the city I’m living in.
We’ve had quite an up and down relationship, haven’t we? Our first few months together turned my world upside down, tore me apart, and threw me. But, my, how we’ve grown together. I’ve come to accept you as a part of me and come into my own, while also being a part of you. Throughout the first winter, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through a second. But, here we are having survived a second winter, and more in love than ever as we enjoy the brief, perfect summer.
That first winter I was cold, unsure of myself, my teaching, and what meaning it all had. I didn’t know if I liked you, Chicago, and I wasn’t quite sure that I liked myself. Then spring arrived. It came in and warmed everything up, renewing and breathing new life into the earth and trees around me. My eyes opened up as I learned about everything you had to offer me. I explored and adventured and discovered so much to love in this city. I let go of unneeded loads, taking so much off of my shoulders that I felt I was being renewed as well. I realized that being alone doesn’t need to mean being lonely, and that time alone can be oh so sweet.
I now love and treasure the precious little alone time I have- I’ve found that I’m quite good company on my own (and with my cat). I’ve moved 3 times since moving here to Chicago, and have finally found a place that I call and consider to be truly a home. My little apartment with its mis-matched furniture and plants has become a gathering place for friends and meals as well as a hideaway when the only voices I want to hear are those on Law and Order: SVU coming from Netflix on my laptop.
Birthday brunching with the sweet friends this city has brought me.
A year ago, I never knew that it was possible to be this happy or confident. Now, I am so grateful that we’ve been through everything we have- it’s made me a better woman, a stronger woman, and more myself than I’ve ever been. I’ve completely fallen in love with this life that I’m living here and the people I surround myself with.
I don’t yet know if this is a forever thing, sweet Chicago. But I do know that this love has taken a hold on me and has changed me for the better. For that, I am thankful.