Well it's my first Thanksgiving away from home, so I thought I'd post a little diddy. I'm surprised that I haven't posted more often since moving to Chicago. I thought that once I moved here I would have daily experiences to write home about every day. That's not to say that I haven't, but to be honest, moving across the country has been far more difficult than I anticipated.
That isn't to say that I don't like it here, because I do. The city is beautiful, I've met some incredible people, and am still jazzed about going to the big school. What I didn't take into account is how much my friends and family at home mean to me, and how hard it is to be separated by 1400 miles. It's weird being in a foreign place on your favorite holiday. If I were at home right now, Mikey and I would be strategizing our cooking plans for our holiday meal, while Mom would be setting the table, trying to figure out how to fit however many people.
While talking on the phone with a friend the other night, I realized that the hardest part about moving away is knowing that if you return, "home" it will no longer exist. So much has changed in Salt Lake City these past 3 months, and I know that it won't ever stop changing. It's such a weird sensation. I remember feeling this way after moving after my senior year of high school, however this time it feels 100x more potent. I don't know if it is because for the first time in my life, I am truly alone, or if it's because so much has changed in the past 6 months. It's probably a combination of the both, or maybe it's just because it's happening now, and the present is always more potent than the past.
What I do know is this is a huge growing experience, and I am grateful for that. It's challenging and lonely but at the end of the day, I know that I will be a stronger person as a result. I am so lucky for the friends and family that I have, both in Salt Lake and Chicago. I am particularly lucky to have the Mother that I do. Between her example of strength, and her willingness to listen to me complain about banal things every day, I don't know how I would have survived these past three months without her.
I am so lucky.
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