Saw my best friend from back home.
Ate lots of tasty food for breakfast.
And for dinner.
I ate pie too, but forgot to take a picture.
I laughed so hard it hurt. I ate so much it hurt.
Drank a goat’s milk latte.
Walked around Chicago showing off “my city.”
Missed home a little bit more, and a little bit less.
Didn’t do any homework.
Loved every minute of it.
Happy MLK Day!