Last weekend I packed up my entire apartment, stored a large portion of my belongings in The Swede’s basement and house, packed a smidge of it in my car to drive 700 miles with it to Chicago, and left some things behind to sit and wait, lonely style, in my now nearly empty apartment because it couldn’t fit in the car and The Swede promised that when he got back to DC he’d handle it and turn in my keys for me.
And after that, we drove 12 hours from DC to Chicago.
And then after that, it was my birthday. (32 is a weird age. Anyone? Anyone? It’s kind of like turning 23. It doesn’t really mean anything. It’s certainly not bad, it’s just…32. But at least I got a pedicure.)
And then after that, I started my new job, where I proceeded to accidentally use the men’s bathroom on the first day, and on the second day, broke the heel on my boot when walking the eight blocks from the train to my office.
So it’s been fun.
I could dwell on all of these mishaps and go all DRAMA!! and Panic at the Disco!! on everyone, but I won’t. There was some drama the couple days leading up to my departure from DC, but it wasn’t actually so much drama as it was weepiness. (It happens.) And it’s been terribly strange to be back in Chicago. A large part of me feels like I’m on a weird vacation of some sort, which kind of makes sense, seeing as how for the past five years every time I’ve been here it’s because the situation has been just that—vacation.
But the reason I won’t dwell on the dramz is because as hard as it was to leave DC, I know I made the right decision. I can’t tell you exactly why, I just do. (I’m not hiding anything from you, Interwebers, it’s just I’m going on gut here, and if you’ve ever followed your gut, you know what I mean—that indescribable feeling of calm and satisfaction that you are probably crazy to feel, given outside circumstances, but there you have it, calm and satisfied = your picture in the dictionary.)
So instead of drama and WOE TO ME, I HAVE MOVED! AM SAD! CHANGE IS SCARY! GAAAAHHHH!, I wanted to share one of my favorite quotes about the city to which I’ve recently returned, a city I have always loved and adored. I read this awhile ago, and I’m not sure who the writer was on the article, or what the article was about, but it comes from a magazine called FastCompany, and I feel it is simply so, so appropriate for me right now. Maybe it is for you, too, even if you don’t call Chicago home.
“What any Chicagoan will tell you is that the past is very much the present. It doesn’t go away. It shouldn’t. In fact, that’s Chicago’s lure and its beauty: Its ability to take what was and figure out what could be.” –FastCompany magazine