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Three weeks from now I’ll be in Chicago. I’m moving. It’s scary, exciting, scary, nerve wracking, scary…and for me…adventurous. I’ve lived in California my whole life except for five years in Maryland when I was a kid. I haven’t seen snow in years and the current 80 degree temps in LA have all but assured that my blood has thinned and I’ll probably be frost bitten the second I step off the plane.
Though I’ve only visited once, it’s a place I fell instantly in love with. I’m struck by how clean it is, the city feel, how much there is to do, and how friendly the residents are.
You know the weather sucks, right?
Those who know me know I actually am not a fan of the climate in LA. I truly look forward to bundling up and to having a legitimate excuse to break out my Snuggie. It is entirely possible that I will tire of this in a few months and will need to defrost and return home.
Well it’s a great city, I can’t wait to visit you!
I can’t wait to have you visit! It’s going to be a huge adjustment and friendly faces from home are greatly welcome. It’s weird to think of starting over again in my 30s. I’m not the same person I was when I came to LA all those years ago which is both good and bad. This move is going to force me to break out of the rut I’ve been stuck in the last few years and not be so stuck in my routine.
I’ll be chronicling my moving adventure both on this blog as well as my food blog. Stay tuned for updates!