Lately my life has been all boxes and phone calls. We decided to hire a moving company to pack up and drive all our things to Chicago, even though it costs more. To save some money we are packing ourselves, which is a huge task even for an 800 square foot 2 bedroom apartment. You can imagine my nails are a hot mess.
Moving to Chicago gives me bittersweet feelings. When Dan and I were leaving Cleveland in 2015, Chicago was our first choice. We landed in Washington, D.C. because we found the best opportunity. Two years in a city is the sweet spot, when you finally start to feel like a city is your home. You learn the streets, paces to go, yearly events, and you feel like a true local. In the past 2 years I have grown to really love this city and have made incredible friends that I know I will have for the rest of my life. I realize that is a rarity.
On the flip side, there is a part of me that is excited to leave a lot of garbage behind and start fresh. When I say garbage, I mean the struggle it has been to find a good job that I truly enjoy. I mean letting go of people who I really don’t care to run into anymore. And literally garbage – I am getting rid of bags upon bags of clothing and household items that I haven’t touched in years. So while I’m sad to leave the good things, moving gives me a sort of relief to deposit the baggage and receive the opportunity for a clean slate.
I don’t want to complain. My life now is awesome and full! I get to do so many cool things here, and it feels awesome to be wanted. My friends here are real and invested and want to get brunch, grab drinks, try new places, text me when they see cute cats or puppies.
But I am afraid of having my network shrink. I fear that when I move my only local friends will be Dan and my family. (Dan’s brothers and their wives live there). Oh and Jake and Elwood, they are cats but they are my friends too, haha.
For awhile, I won’t have a go-to girlfriend for when I want to see a store opening or go to a restaurant. Goodbye to all my favorite hair stylists, nail girls, and doctors. I won’t know where I am, so I’ll be playing tourist walking around with google maps open on my phone. I will have to look at the metro map every time, rather than knowing the direction of home immediately.
Life was like that in DC for awhile. It took awhile to find my tribe and learn the ropes of a new city, and I have to remember that. But maybe slowing down and being able to reflect in my own head will be good for me. I’m excited for this new adventure because change is good and risks should be taken. But also pretty sad to leave.
Thanks for letting me vent. Life changes are hard, but I think this is a good one.