So I’m gonna need to recruit y’all to show me around the city because I’m a noob.
(Source: fyeahchitown, via trains-to-wonderland)
(Source: lordskate, via ilovechicago1988)
Two more weeks. Exactly. As of tomorrow. I can’t even wrap my mind around it. It’s been such a long wait - exactly a year and a half - and the journey has been a difficult one. I hate that I haven’t been posting nearly as much. I hate that the only pictures really available are the typical ones. As much as I love downtown, there’s so much more to Chicago it’s ridiculous, and I can’t wait to show that instead.
So, to all my followers, thanks for sticking around through my whining and bitching and over-analyzing. I’ll make up for it soon.
TWO MORE WEEKS.
I got into Columbia’s honors program! Reading about it made me a little nervous because I don’t feel nearly as talented as all these other students. I know by accepting the offer I’ll feel completely exposed and vulnerable a lot of the time and my perfectionist nature will get in the way. But it’s so fucking worth it and I’m so excited. I’ve been feeling really anxious about the move lately, mostly about leaving my family behind, but as much as I love them, I’ve never been more excited and ready to live in Chicago.
Holy shit. I started this blog over a year ago under the impression that I’d be going off to Chicago last August. I’d go through cycles and be excited and then whine about how hard it’ll be, and then get excited again and say “fuck it all” and then get whiny again. So much has changed in the past year, I can’t even comprehend it all. But I’ve learned the most valuable lesson I could ever learn: I only have one life. A few short decades on this giant earth, with so many places to see and things to experience. And I realized that “fuck it all” is exactly the attitude I needed to have. It’s still scary. I’m so scared right now, thinking about how far I’ll be away from my family, my home, everything I’m used to. But you know what? That’s life. And when I’m dying, I don’t want to look back and regret not taking as many chances as I should.
Less than four more weeks. 25 more days. DAYS. Not six months. Not four months. Not eleven weeks. 25 MORE DAYS until I make the biggest leap I’ve made so far in my lifetime. It’s been a long wait, but it’s been so worth it.
