I left you with a little bit of a teaser last week, didn’t I? I’m sorry for that. Well, sort of.
You see, lately life has been full of maybes, what ifs, I don’t knows, whens. Control has left our lives, for the time being, but I think we’re ok with it – to an extent.
Remember how we talked about Chapters in life? I stopped my story at Chapter 5 – Chicago. Chapter 5 had the slightest bit (ok, maybe not so slight) of foreshadowing, didn’t it? I sorta suggested, by writing a Chapter dedicated to Chicago, and leaving a “to be continued” at the end of the post, that a change might be in the works. That’d be a correct assumption, if you assumed that. A change is definitely a-comin’.
It’s true: We’re leaving Chicago. We are moving away from a beautiful city full of culture, amazing architecture, summers spent by the lake riding bikes and watching fireworks, a plethora of scrumptious food, and the list goes on. Most importantly, we’re moving away from many, many friends, and that’s what makes it difficult. Not the breathtaking skyline or the bone-chilling winter, not even my favorite neighborhood or my condo that I love so dearly – the hard part is leaving the people.
It’s crazy, all of this. We’re about to leave behind the only city we, as “we”, know as home – our home. We’re about to leave behind the life we’ve built for 7 years, and the city we fell in love with. The city we thought, perhaps, we would never leave.
But as hard as it seems, as hard as it is, we couldn’t be more excited about it.
We’re moving to San Francisco.
So yeah, some things are just meant to be, I guess. Sometimes vacation turns into, “wow, I could live here”. Sometimes things just feel right, and California feels right. Sometimes you have to follow your dreams, or your husband’s dreams.
Sometimes you have to close your eyes, open your arms, and jump.