One-way Ticket: ORD to JFK
Today is the day!
One day I might tell you about my crying on Michigan Avenue after dinner on my last night (yesterday) in Chicago. And how my husband brought me to the Disney Store and to sit at a park I’d recently mentioned that we hadn’t sat down at to cheer me up.
And how I’m always sad to leave places I’ve enjoyed, which luckily (or unluckily, if you’re a pessimist) for me is most places I’ve been. I’ll also maybe tell you about how a part of me will long for Chicago’s more affordable and stress-free lifestyle, how I feel like there was more of Chicago left to explore.
But home is where the heart is. For me, home is my husband. It’s Brooklyn, NYC. It’s with family. Though I am nervous about our decision to move, I know it was 100% the right decision. My husband has been my rock when I’ve been stressed. He reassures me when I’m in doubt. He makes the greatest team mate and I am so grateful for it.
Stressed => Desserts
Life’s a funny thing. You’re happy when you’re relaxing. Bored when you have nothing to do. Stressed when you have seemingly everything to do.
When I say I’ve been stressed, it’s a different kind of stress than when I took the bar exam two years ago because I feel more confident in my abilities this time around. And because whatever will be, will be. That’s my mantra these days.
But then there’s the packing up and moving cross-country thing that’s looming, as well… Have I ever told you I’m not the best at packing? Slash this was the first time my mother or movers didn’t pack for a big move of ours.
I digress slightly but stressed spelled backwards is desserts! Did you know that? If you’re anything like me, of course you did. Any excuse for dessert;) So, during packing yesterday, which happened to be National Ice Cream Day, I went to the freezer, grabbed an ice cream sandwich, sat down and ate it. Amongst our boxes and bags and clutter that gives me (self-diagnosed) anxiety.
And then I went back to the grind.
Happy (Last) Weekend (in Chi)!
Just What I Needed
Though the weekend was short and sweet, it was the perfect reminder that my husband and I belong on the East Coast. When we landed in Philly at midnight on Friday night (technically Saturday), we were surprisingly greeted by my mom. She and my dad made the drive from NYC to surprise us on THEIR anniversary weekend and spend a mere few hours with us that night and Saturday morning.
On Saturday, we went to my sorority sister’s barn wedding (my first!) a couple hours away from Philly. We had so much fun being with my girlfriends and their guys. The wedding was beautiful–the decor was just what I’d pictured for my girlfriend’s country style.
Sunday morning arrived very, very quickly because at 5AM we were on the road back to Philly to go to the airport.
…Remember how I said I was scared about this upcoming move back home? This weekend was just what I needed to show me that it is the 100% correct decision. I was just so happy to be surrounded by so many loved ones.
My nervousness has subsided and I am so ready to be back there.
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