break-ups are hard to write about, so i'm not going to try. dump is a fairly accurate descriptor, really. if i'm being honest i'm not doing super well right now. but i've decided on a path to survival (emotional, that is) which i think is a pretty good start. time heals all wounds, right? well i've got a month until i head back to Chicago and start anew. let's get healing.
a one-way plane ticket for the windy city will be purchased within the week. that makes me more excited than i can explain. oh, and just a tad bit terrified. thanks to all the friends who have offered their couches and futons and love while i degrade myself in the search for employment. i will be hitting the pavement, resume in hand, and attempting to take the city by storm. okay, maybe that's a bit too lofty of a goal. more accurately, i will be begging people to hire me for just enough money to afford a tiny and over-priced studio apartment to call home. so, coming to a couch near you October 2010: this big city dreamer. i'll be broken and broke, but eager to receive hugs from the friends i can't keep living without. oh, and if you want to buy me a welcome back drink, i'll take that too.
No comments:
Post a Comment