Today I walked down to the library to try and get a book for a mini-book club a friend and I are starting, and was struck by the amazingness of Chicago and of how far I’ve come. My family as a whole is from here, but my imediate family spent so much time moving around that I didn’t know where to call home. I would come to visit, but never to stay.
Two years ago I was passing though. Quite literally, my mom and I were on a road trip from our former house in New Jersey, bringing the car to our new home of San Francisco. I toured my school for the first time on that visit. And I got a chance to see my crazy Uncle who was, at the time, home from working in Bagdad. I was so happy to see him, and so excited to be in the city. Expectant and nervous about the future. Uncle John told me that I would be back, and he presented as if I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I laughed, but the funny thing is that I’m not so sure that I did have a choice in the matter.
Last year I was back again, preparing for moving here, attending college orientation. I was here, but also still competely invested in my life in San Francisco. To some extent I still am. I was a little scared, but putting on a brave front of not minding.
And now. Now I am here for the long haul. I have an apartment in a location I love. I have a growing support system here in Chicago that includes not only family, but classmates, friends, and members of my church as well. I am excited as ever to continue to explore the city and learn even more through school, church, and life in general. I’m excited to be able to share it all with this here blog as well. I don’t know how many people are reading, but I’m glad to be able to put these thoughts into the world. I’m sorry if I seem to be waxing poeticly positive nonssence quite a bit recently, but I’m very excited about living right now and I hope it’s not too over the top.
Also, how do you like my hat? I just got it the other day and I’m wearing it everywhere! Can’t get enough.