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June 09, 2005
Chicago, Illinois
we're in chicago, visiting my cousin JJ and her paramour Aaron. it's really cool to be here, i have always wanted to visit this city.
the good things about visiting philly were hanging out with kelsey and anthony, becoming friends with kelsey's roommate sara, exploring the city, and eating really well. it's good traveling with mikey, i think we're gonna have a very good time.
so i'm trying to think of something else to write about besides my bike, but i've been stuck on it. on sunday night Kelsey's roommates were moving stuff into and out of the house, and didn't bother to lock the deadbolt before going to sleep. the next morning i went down to help mikey load up the car for our drive to Chicago, and had that sinking feeling when i saw that my bike wasn't in the downstairs living room. i looked at where i had left it, propped against the wall. then i looked again, in the way that you do when you can't find something and keep checking the same places for it. we looked on the front porch, and found everything overturned. then we looked in front of the house and found a shitty beat up bike leaned against the garage, abandoned. Kelsy called said idiot roommates and they hadn't borrowed the bike, and i knew it was gone. i found myself feeling so bad, because i had done so much with that bike, taking it with me to Alaska the first time i went up there, taking it to Europe for a year, riding it on countless rides around Reno, and now it was gone. and it isn't like i left it unlocked on a busy street, i left it inside of a house that should have had the doors bolted shut.
it made me think about how i generally try not to become attached to material possessions, and that this circumstance had more to do with all the memories associated with that bike. combine this with the fact that i don't really have enough money to go buy a new one, and pay rent and deposit when i move back to SF, and pay tuition at the court interpreter's course right after i move back there, and i'm kinda in a hard spot i wasn't supposed to be in. i'm still gonna buy a new bike, but it won't be the same. this is my 3rd bike stolen, and though i don't believe in karma, i wonder if i did something shitty to deserve this. if so, i can't think of what.
Posted by bendan at June 9, 2005 10:26 AM
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