There came a point last night, probably around 3am when we were still moving in boxes and shelves, that I thought "I've made a horrible mistake". I felt pretty awful, but there it was -- we had so much stuff, we didn't have a kitchen, we had spent a small fortune (by our standards) on the U-Haul and new appliances, and I was really afraid.
What if this isn't at all what I thought it would be? What if I was going to fall asleep crying for my old bedroom? What if Dave was unhappy, too?
But this morning, all of those feelings of doubt faded away. I stepped out the front door of my new building, onto a busy, bustling, loud sidewalk packed with people from all walks of life. There were cabs honking their horns, and bicyclists defying death in the intersection, and I realized that when I had pictured moving to the "big city", this had been what I'd had in mind all along. Chaos and noise. It was like music to my ears. I thought "this is all mine", and I smiled.
This is my little corner of the world now. An office with a view, high ceilings, at least a decade of dust caked onto the windows, and a man outside picking through the trash and screaming at nothing or no one in particular, while I sit at my desk and listen to Charlie Parker.
I'm so immensely proud of where I am today, and so grateful that Dave is on board for this journey. This is going to be a hell of a time.
Don't forget, I'm still running my giveaway for a season pass (for TWO!) to the Randolph Street Market here in beautiful Chicago IL!
