Tomorrow is the big day! Can't believe it, so excited for this new adventure!
Like I mentioned earlier, we put the majority of our belonging's onto the moving truck last Saturday, and out of all those items, I absolutely miss my bed the most. As soon as we get all of our stuff in Santa Monica, making the bed will be the first task on the to-do list!
We're getting there! The move went great. I highly recommend Allied. The men that came to partially pack my belongings and put everything on the moving truck were phenomenal. This was my first time having men do the lifting and packing my dishes and other valuables and I don't think I'll ever do it myself again.
This process is stressful enough already, so having their help (and kindness) was awesome. Big fan. :)
Saturday night TF and I had our going away party. The turn out was far better than we imagined, over 30 people! The love and support we have here in Chicago is absolutely going to be missed. We're so blessed and the idea of leaving these amazing people has been really difficult to deal with. But! It's an amazing opportunity and we're very excited. We'll come back to visit and thank goodness for Skype. :)
Happy Friday! I've taken the day off to not only pack for our big move tomorrow, but to also visit Willis Tower later today (since TF has never been). Can't wait!
Naturally, since TF and I will be heading out to Santa Monica permanently in a week from tomorrow, I'm dreaming of lighter scarves, breezy blouses and summery dresses. Of course, Anthro managed to completely capture this concept...
Feeling pretty fragile lately. I said goodbye to some college girlfriends tonight who I won't get to see again before I move. Yeah, you can imagine how that ended.
I'm super duper excited, don't get me wrong. I'm simply sad to not be close to my family and friends like I have been for the past five years here in Chicago.
..So anyway. Everything, big or small, that makes me smile is the best.
So of course I turn to Pinterest to find the best of the best images.
I know I said I'd never talk about anything negative or Debbie-downer related, but I think it'd be interesting to hear other perspectives about this particular life experience.
After four years of having the house on the market, my parents finally sold it. Saying goodbye was super difficult and I totally turned into a baby and cried in the front seat of the car while TF drove us out of town. It totally sucked. I'm never stepping into my room ever again.
I lived in this house from when I took my first baby steps up until I left for college, then I visited home every other month or so once I moved to Chicago. Over the past year, I have found that the only way for me to relax was to go home. Here, I couldn't worry about my job, cleaning my apartment or any other personal problems. Here, I could sit back and enjoy precious time with my family, nieces and nephew. It was pure bliss.
That's not to say we cannot create these memories and have a similar feeling elsewhere. However it won't be the same. There was a massive sense of comfort. I mean, it was my childhood home. I grew up there. Granted, it was far too large for my empty nesting parents, and my mom was practically jumping for joy in the streets when the house finally sold (after almost 4 years, understandably). She's a serious workaholic and doesn't know how to relax. Like mother, like daughter I guess. Been there, done that. ;)
I am one of those people who thinks all things happen for a reason. If you've been living under a rock or just arrived at my blog, you may not know that TF and I are moving to Santa Monica in less than two weeks, and we're getting married in the summer of 2012. We're moving from Chicago and although we're moving because I'm taking on a fantastic opportunity I couldn't turn down, it's still a pretty large risk as TF hasn't secured a job yet and the area is far more expensive than the Midwest.
Why do I say everything happens for a reason? I said goodbye to my childhood home at the same time that TF and I are moving across the country. There, we'll take a giant step toward our future and create a new home together.It's still a lot though. A lot. I'm excited, but slightly scared $h*tless. Thankfully though, I'll be experiencing this adventure with my best friend. Phew. I'm a lucky duck, huh?
Thanks Cottontail Lane for all the memories. It was far harder to say goodbye that I'd imagined. Have you have had to say goodbye to your childhood home?
Yep, I'm alive. Just super duper busy. Packing up the apartment and move across the country in less than two weeks is a wee bit stressful.
Also, can we talk about this bipolar weather? Last week, it was real hot in Chicago. I'm talkin' rillllll hot. As in omgah-I-can't-sleep-I'm-so-hot and holy-sunshine-why-did-I-wear-jeans?
You feelin' me? What the hadies? Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Here are this week's {Sunday} fancies...
So why is it cold now that I want to move my date up to right-this-very-second? It'll be here before we know it. In fact, next Saturday is when our belongings are packed up and shipped, then the following Saturday, Memorial Day weekend, is when we leave on a jet plane on our one-way flight. We don't know when we'll come back (to Chicago) again....
I'll be around, just a little less. MOB is coming in next weekend chapter 2 of Finding The Dress. Looking forward to this one as it's in Chicago this time and I'm feeling a bit more prepared.
