tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822839939627192494.post2968859880023728182..comments2023-12-08T21:55:30.375-06:00Comments on Life, Love, and Food: CirclesRosiecat24http://www.blogger.com/profile/07219527037186545061noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822839939627192494.post-85404848782074622142009-10-07T22:51:26.923-05:002009-10-07T22:51:26.923-05:00Daine, don't feel guilty at all! I changed my...Daine, don't feel guilty at all! I changed my mind at the last minute when I saw how close the bus stop was to your apartment. Perhaps I was feeling a little premature nostalgia for the CTA, knowing that it would be a long time before I'd get to ride public transportation in Chicago again.<br /><br />And you know what? It wasn't too bad. I kept my head down and tried not to offend the other passengers any more than I already was by taking up more than my fair share of space. They grudgingly accepted me. Getting off was a piece of cake! And it was fun to see how I would take the bus from Midway to get to Hyde Park--you know, for future reference.<br /><br />I miss Chicago already!Rosiecat24https://www.blogger.com/profile/07219527037186545061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822839939627192494.post-47532714328376856632009-10-07T19:47:07.130-05:002009-10-07T19:47:07.130-05:00I thought you were going to go with a cab! Now I f...I thought you were going to go with a cab! Now I feel guilty that you had to schlep all that luggage with you on the bus. I hope that wasn't as annoying as I'm assuming it must have been. Getting off should have been ok, since you were the last stop, but getting on would have been a nightmare.dainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07380526335696144932noreply@blogger.com