I was hoping after a month that I would have turned into a brand new me.

Nope.

We’re back to people talking to us in Hammond, Indiana.

If the winds don’t die soon, we may be living here for the rest of the season.

This was my first time driving the boat without a captain.

I decided to do it in high winds and with one engine because – well, watch and see.

Not sure if we would be rebuffed if we tried to make friendly acquaintances. Not willing to try since we’re only staying a week.

Still, we love Chicago!

We’re in Chicago! We’re learning stuff! Our starboard engine doesn’t work anymore!

We’re off to Chicago to take lessons on how to dock and how to anchor.

First, though, we have to get there.

We’re on the boat! We’re starting off from Spring Brook Marina in Seneca, Illinois.

When we touched the ground at Chicago O’Hare, we thought we were in the clear. Getting to the hotel would be a piece of cake.

A piece of cake is a piece of cake. A trip to the hotel is sweaty and painful with a side of f—, I lost my phone.

Armrest hogs are just one of my many, many personal pet peeves. I’ve only ever made it through one flight in my life without one. This was not that flight.

Heavy bags and hot weather made getting from the bus station to the apartment an adventure. So was getting rid of the last of our belongings.