The thing about making major life changes is they all come at once: last month it was the new job, this month I drove a small but mighty Budget truck from Chicago to Boston and made this whole move thing official. Thanks to my friend Rose and her girl scouting experience, we tied everything down and made the whole trip without any major mishaps. But then we hit Boston.
For an infrequent driver like me, navigating an unfamiliar city always feels like an adventure. It’s doubly true when the vehicle in question is a moving van, the city streets were laid out by cows, and, of course, it’s snowing. One priceless incident involved a sofa, a temporary bus stop, and an angry Goodwill employee, but my favorite part was definitely returning the truck through Monday morning traffic. I’m not sure how it happened, but I somehow crossed the river–both over and under–at least eight times. And paid a toll for a bridge I didn’t cross? Toward the end of that epic journey, just the sight of a bridge almost made me cry.
Between work (it’s a start-up, remember? I’m lucky we get to go home ever) and spending my weekends doing very important things like baking cookies, it’s been a whirlwind of a month. I’m slightly too detail-oriented for actual nesting, so there aren’t any pictures on my walls but I did refinish my dining room table. That’s how this is supposed to go, right?
Unpacking my boxes from Chicago after being away from the majority of my stuff made me realize what I’d missed most: my earrings, sorted by color because that’s just how I roll; my kitchen things, both the practical (mixer!) and impractical (tiny dinosaur pitcher?); and my Grammy’s painting that hangs above my bed. I love living in a space that feels like my own for the first time in a while and setting down some roots, even if they’re really just nails in the wall.
And one more thing: this song, because I can’t get it out of my head.