I cried for days before we moved away from Chicago 18 months ago. When we walked out of our condo for the last time and drove away from the city, I balled my eyes out. For months all I could think about was moving back. And now we are. And I was so incredibly sad to leave Denver.
I feel torn apart – bits of me drawn back to Denver, other parts reaching out for Chicago with everything I have. I am literally at an in-between, as we stop over for a few days at my parents’ house in Wisconsin to wait for the movers to bring our stuff to Chicago. As I sit in this transitional space, I can see what I love (and don’t love) about each place, but I still don’t know for sure that we’ve made the right decision. Continue reading »