If there is one thing that I have learned in my twenty-eight years, it is that life is anything but predictable. The best laid plans can fall to pieces in an instant, and new opportunities have the power to completely change the course of your life.
Three years ago I started entertaining the thought of leaving Chicago. I love it here, I really do…but I’ve always known that we weren’t forever. I hadn’t entertained these thoughts of moving for very long before a certain bearded boy walked back into my life. And just like that, I knew that my time in Chicago was not yet over. Over the years we talked about moving…romanticized life in NYC over an anniversary trip. Dreamed of a life without winter in San Francisco. But here in Chicago we stayed.
Six months ago, that bearded boy and I went our separate ways. Sort of. Best laid plans…
Being on my own again, I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I want out of my life. All of those thoughts of leaving Chicago came rushing back. And there was only one thing keeping me here…only, it was the one thing that I knew I couldn’t stay for.
A few weeks ago an amazing opportunity fell in my lap. And on Monday I accepted a job offer in San Francisco!! I am so excited and terrified and anxious and a million other emotions. For the first time in my adult life, I am acutely aware that I’m standing at a fork in the road and the two paths are wildly different. And that is simultaneously exhilarating and HOLY SHIT SCARY.
In a few months time, I will pack up my tiny piece of life here in Chicago and head West. I have no idea where this adventure is going to take me…but I cannot wait to find out.