My life is moving so quickly, it’s hard for me to keep up. I sent a big message to my friends and co-workers last night, reminding them about a meeting we had with the mayor the next day. I sent everyone into a mild panic as they checked their schedules before reminding me that the meeting was not this Friday, but next Friday. In the past few days we received a huge donation of foodstuffs for a community project I’m running. And next Tuesday is when we launch our first pilot with the municipality. At least, I’m pretty sure it’s next Tuesday… I haven’t been told otherwise.
On top of that, I’m working full time, six days a week, saving like mad, applying for visas and jobs in Chicagoland. I leave the Pacific Northwest in less than two months, and it hasn’t quite hit me. I have this feeling it won’t until I get off the train and am standing in the middle of the largest city I have ever set foot in. I think I’m more scared about experiencing that feeling, than actually leaving my home.
There’s a whole plethora of things I am excited for though.
- Actually having my own kitchen again. I haven’t had rule over a kitchen in almost a year now, and it is killing me slowly.
- Having routine. I am so excited to create a routine. To wake up in the morning and do dishes before I realize I haven’t woken up yet. To curl up with a cup of coffee and the news. To grocery shop and meal plan. To volunteer my time, and to have a job.
- Making new friends. I’ve never moved anywhere and had to make new friends. I’m so excited to meet new people in a city as diverse as Chicago.
- Learning where the locals go. I have to go to Billy Sunday’s though. The man is pretty much my boyfriend’s thesis statement, and the irony of having a bar named after a tee-totaling man makes me giggle. Billy Sunday would not be amused. But he would be flattered!
- Living with ma boyfraaann!!1 I am lame. I admit it.