On Wednesday I drove up to my mom's to drop off Ajay, and then took a train into the city to meet up with Kate.
I forgot how much I love Chicago! From the time I got off the train, in the bustling station alive with the rumbling of diesel-electric engines, I felt an extra charge of energy. It was evening, and the air was crisp and damp from the Lake, and I even got giddy walking across the river. It made me think again that, you know, I really WOULDN'T mind living in the city.
I found Kate at her conference hotel, the Palmer House, and we walked to where she was staying, relaxed a bit, went over her presentation, and then had dinner in the Loop.
Thursday bright and early was her presentation, her first ever at an academic conference. I thought she did a great job, notwithstanding all her worry and anxiety over it. And she got approached afterwards by other researchers wielding their cards and saying "I'd like a copy of your research." That had to be good and I was very proud of her.
We had breakfast at the Artist's Cafe on Michigan, did a little shopping, and then went back to the conference. I (obviously) was not a conference attendee, but tagged along to a presentation by one of the other psych grad students, keeping a respectul distance and not participating. I ran into some other people I was glad to be able to say hi to, and then we walked through the miserable rain back to Northwestern Station to get the outbound train back to my mom's.
I didn't make any more trips downtown, even though Kate did, on Friday and Saturday, to attend more conference things. I enjoyed my time alone with my dog, and did some thinking and relaxing.