Little Hometown to a Big Old City

Between April 24th and May 9th, my days were packed TIGHT. Another wedding weekend, followed by a trip to Oxford to hand over my apparently precious computer cord to Miami's IT department, to meeting up with friends, and cleaning out a closet resulting in 8 garbage bags full of donations, time goes by fast. Many changes happened in my life while going around the world, so its been somewhat of an adjustment trying to wrap my head around all of it. Luckily I have many awesome people in my life to be there every step of the way.

Sometimes I feel like I'm some piece of product moving through a supply chain, back and forth from Mom to Chris, back to Mom and back to Chris. We make detailed and lengthy plans that have to correspond with every ones schedules. Mom is the super duper supply chain manager who figures out the easiest way for me to get from point A to B with as little difficulty as possible (thanks Mom!) Usually this ends up involving a trip to the lake, Chicago, or somewhere in between.

I only had two weekends between getting home and then moving to Chicago. One of those weekends was spent in Chicago....Mom made it very easy for me (as she tries her hardest to do) by letting me drive the car to Wheaton. This was all great until the car battery died. Strike out number one.

The next weekend I was transported from Mom to Chris via the lake. It was a great 12 hours as I hadn't seen the lake in forever. A great weekend until I realized after driving with Chris from Culver to Wheaton (a 2.5 hour drive) that I had Mom's only set of car keys in my purse. And it was Sunday. And UPS doesn't deliver on Sundays. "F***" is what I said to the poor Indian man behind the counter as I stormed out of UPS with tears pouring out of my eyes. Chris asked the man if he knew if Fed Ex delivered on Sundays. "No" he replied. (FYI, they do.) Strike out number two.

Win number one occurred when my Mom realized some of our lake friends would be at O'Hare Airport and then going on to the lake. Our task was to get in touch with them and transfer keys. Piece of cake right? No. Well...yes once Facebook became involved. After calling the husbands office, where we were given his phone number, we called him. Phone is dead. FACEBOOK. The stalking machine. We happened to find one of the son's phone numbers and who answers but the husband which we con into meeting us. So Sunday morning we do a switch-a-roo and by Sunday afternoon Mom has her keys and is on her way home. Technology...isn't it great? (and creepy too...)

So after solving that stressful puzzle Chris helps me move into my new apartment which happens to be literally right across the street from the train station. It's perfect and I love it. We then hop on the train which takes us to the city. Chris helps me map out my new route to work and we do a "dry-run." Excited and scared are the two battling feelings in my mind. Summer is really beginning. And I'm starting my first internship in a big, unknown city. Bring it on.