chi-city

I used to be afraid. I used to fear adventure so much, no matter how badly I also wanted it, because at my core, I am a creature of comfort. Of habit. A bit of a homebody.

This next great adventure will need planning.

Oh my God. I am excited. I still need a job (or two) and money enough to pull it off, but I am excited.

To my dearest: as much as I would love to accompany you, I don't feel drawn there. I don't feel drawn six hours South anymore. I still love you, and nothing is going to change that.

East, East is calling.

The greater possibility of getting work as befits my ideal career path. A big city. The wind I'm prepared for.

Scary as fuck.

Alluring as hell.

Chicago, funds notwithstanding, I am ready for you.