I remember the first time riding the L and looking at the train line map like it was in a foreign language. I thought to myself, “how could I remember all these stops’ names and where I was?” Just as any newcomer to the CTA, hearing the “doors closing” sent my class and me into a frantic rush into the train since everyone was afraid not to get left outside the cart and removed from the group. Then came the day when the professor let us get back to campus on our own after an excursion to one of Wright’s houses. It was that time when I had the first moment of actually exploring the city as a local, unrestrained of guidance and freedom to go anywhere I want. At the time I did not know where I was or how far from campus I had ventured with a small group of classmates, but now I realize it was Belmont since it was when I was introduced to Cheesie’s Pub & Grill.
For the rest of that quarter, I continued my explorer mentality and getting acclimated to the new lifestyle that is college. I would say I miss that feeling of being a newcomer, full of curiosity and awe from the new wave of experiences that were to come.