So for the past couple of weeks I've been planning on writing some kind of introspective post about all the changes that are about to happen in my life: how I was feeling about moving back home and finishing school and leaving my job and friends and the city I've come to love and then...well, then I looked at my calendar and realized it's already JUNE! When did that happen?
All those changes aren't about to happen, they ARE happening. Two weeks and I'll be moving back to Denver, after four years away. Six more days of work and I'll walk out of this office building for the last time. Three more classes and I'll be done with grad school. It seems like it was only yesterday that I was moving to Chicago, sharing a studio for a month with a friend I'd known forever before finding our own place, sending out school applications and job applications and learning how to ride the el. But it's been two and a half years. A lot has changed.
My cousin was six months old when I first moved here and now she's about to turn three and has a little sister--and I've gotten to see them both grow up. I have a new roommate but she's still someone I've known most my life and we're back to living in a tiny studio as she waits for me to move out. I've fallen in love with writing, with creating stories that hopefully someday someone else will love too. I've written a book.
I don't know what I'll be doing in a month or six (besides revisions, those are a sure thing) but I'm far less worried about it than I should be.
I'm leaving friends and family in Chicago to be closer to friends and family in Denver; I'll still be writing, I'll still be learning, and eventually (hopefully) I'll be working. That's the gist of it. So maybe things aren't changing that much after all--I just get new scenery.
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