After a 5.5 hour marathon that was delayed yesterday, our stuff has been moved. Our place is empty again, almost as it was 4 and a half years ago, when it was a promising, empty canvas ready to be filled.
Everyone asks: are you sad? Are you excited?
Honestly, at this point, even at this juncture, it hasn’t really sunk in yet.
I’m a little perplexed by my shrugs by way of answer. Am I that perfectly caught in the middle of feeling stressed out and excited about the change that I’m just indifferent? Perhaps I guess. Or perhaps, I’m thinking too much about being emotional about the move, that I’ve intellectualized it.
Discounting my 1.5 years back in Singapore, Chicago has been home since 2001. I’ve grown up here: found work, marriage, built a home. It was an altogether sadder experience the first time I left Chicago, but this time around, we will be making the move together, and we are both ready, been ready for a change, for new adventures.
So goodbye Chicago, and dear friends, for now. But we will be back. Haha after all, our wines are in storage here!