Scott and his wife who drove our stuff
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Leaving Chicago...
Moving is a strange thing- full of emotions but something that puts life into perspective. It has been a time in my life where I have been so overwhelmed with an outpouring of love and support from family and friends. Either people are really going to miss us or they are super excited about having a place to stay in the best ski town in America (or maybe a little of both!)
Just over a month ago, I decided to move to Telluride, Colorado with Carson. I guess it was a decision I had been making since we had been long distance the winter before and I visited Telluride 5 times. He has been in Chicago for 6 wonderful months in so we could be together in his off season April-October. We both love Colorado and decided to continue our adventure. During the decision making process, I had many sleepless nights and mornings where I would wake up at 5:30am heart racing with anticipation over the logistics but deep down, I knew I wanted this change.
I will not be a stranger to Chicago- I love life there. So many memories were made, friendships bloomed, seasons changed, winters dragged on, summers made me smile, professional lives thrived, families took me in, friends found love, volunteering was rewarding, brothers flew up for wintery birthday visits, mom and daughters walked arm-in-arm, dads took for bonding dinners, afternoons were spent in Wrigley, the sun glistened on the lake during morning bike rides, restaurants and bars were frequented, doormen gave hugs, teams were formed for flag football, softball and beach volleyball, blizzards fell, friends got married, picnics were enjoying during live concerts... I could go on-and-on about memories I will cherish here. And, we have made the most of our last couple of days here going back to our old stomping grounds. We've enjoyed a week of going away celebrations, lunches, coffees, houseparties, nights in dive bars, chili suppers and making time for one-more-hug. I promise to return. We've also promised to host in our second bedroom and pull-out-couch year round here in Telluride.
As my dad said, there are moments in life not to be missed, and I'm staring one right in the face. And now, as boxes fill the high rise apartment- my studio home for the past 7 years, I have a long couple days ahead. I'll treasure my last night's sleep here excited for the new life that awaits but sad to be leaving Chicago.
Just over a month ago, I decided to move to Telluride, Colorado with Carson. I guess it was a decision I had been making since we had been long distance the winter before and I visited Telluride 5 times. He has been in Chicago for 6 wonderful months in so we could be together in his off season April-October. We both love Colorado and decided to continue our adventure. During the decision making process, I had many sleepless nights and mornings where I would wake up at 5:30am heart racing with anticipation over the logistics but deep down, I knew I wanted this change.
I will not be a stranger to Chicago- I love life there. So many memories were made, friendships bloomed, seasons changed, winters dragged on, summers made me smile, professional lives thrived, families took me in, friends found love, volunteering was rewarding, brothers flew up for wintery birthday visits, mom and daughters walked arm-in-arm, dads took for bonding dinners, afternoons were spent in Wrigley, the sun glistened on the lake during morning bike rides, restaurants and bars were frequented, doormen gave hugs, teams were formed for flag football, softball and beach volleyball, blizzards fell, friends got married, picnics were enjoying during live concerts... I could go on-and-on about memories I will cherish here. And, we have made the most of our last couple of days here going back to our old stomping grounds. We've enjoyed a week of going away celebrations, lunches, coffees, houseparties, nights in dive bars, chili suppers and making time for one-more-hug. I promise to return. We've also promised to host in our second bedroom and pull-out-couch year round here in Telluride.
As my dad said, there are moments in life not to be missed, and I'm staring one right in the face. And now, as boxes fill the high rise apartment- my studio home for the past 7 years, I have a long couple days ahead. I'll treasure my last night's sleep here excited for the new life that awaits but sad to be leaving Chicago.
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