The posters to frames thing is weird, and one adjustment that I'm not altogether ready for, maybe more so financially than willingly. At first it was strange to see all my friends older because that must mean that I'm older, too. And, yes. I am.
I turned 24 two months before I left America. I arrived back in Chicago days after turning 26. In the time between these dates my friends have upgraded from posters to frames, weekend boyfriends and girlfriends to live-in ones, or husbands and wives. I think maybe that was one of the most shocking things of all to return to: seeing all the changes my friends made face-to-face after hearing about them for so long. People moved, lost jobs, got jobs, had babies, or fell off my radar screen; such is life.
After a month and a half of worrying that I made the right decision in coming back to Chicago, I'm finally feeling good about my decision. I'm employed (albeit temporarily), moving into a new apartment soon and riding my bike all over the place (though I have a bad feeling that it won't hold out on me much longer). I'm happy here, even though good ole fashioned nature is at least an hour car/train/bus ride away... And I just signed a lease, so I'm staying put for at least a year, though after that... who knows.
Unfortunately with employment comes a weekday exhaustion that I'm still getting used to on top of my 21+ mile round-trip commute to/from work, and I'm spending more time thinking about writing than I'm actually writing, though my friends and I are in the beginning stages of putting together a creative team of folks who want to write and create sketches for a YouTube video channel. Things are in progress, slowly but surely.
I just wanted to drop a line about what I'm doing to those who I haven't been so great about keeping in touch with. I hope you're happy and healthy, and that we talk soon.
Feel good time (with NPR's "All Songs Considered").
peace and love,
Kate
I turned 24 two months before I left America. I arrived back in Chicago days after turning 26. In the time between these dates my friends have upgraded from posters to frames, weekend boyfriends and girlfriends to live-in ones, or husbands and wives. I think maybe that was one of the most shocking things of all to return to: seeing all the changes my friends made face-to-face after hearing about them for so long. People moved, lost jobs, got jobs, had babies, or fell off my radar screen; such is life.
After a month and a half of worrying that I made the right decision in coming back to Chicago, I'm finally feeling good about my decision. I'm employed (albeit temporarily), moving into a new apartment soon and riding my bike all over the place (though I have a bad feeling that it won't hold out on me much longer). I'm happy here, even though good ole fashioned nature is at least an hour car/train/bus ride away... And I just signed a lease, so I'm staying put for at least a year, though after that... who knows.
Unfortunately with employment comes a weekday exhaustion that I'm still getting used to on top of my 21+ mile round-trip commute to/from work, and I'm spending more time thinking about writing than I'm actually writing, though my friends and I are in the beginning stages of putting together a creative team of folks who want to write and create sketches for a YouTube video channel. Things are in progress, slowly but surely.
I just wanted to drop a line about what I'm doing to those who I haven't been so great about keeping in touch with. I hope you're happy and healthy, and that we talk soon.
Feel good time (with NPR's "All Songs Considered").
peace and love,
Kate
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