i still don't know my address

I've made myself emotionally unavailable for a few days  to assist me in the moving process. I was given cards full of well wishes and photos filled with people that made the last seven months of my life seven of the most memorable. I didn't even know some of these people before I moved to Chicago, and who the hell was I to get so attached in such a short time? Apparently, my chronic-bitch-face wasn't chronic. I would have to work on that.

Had I not simply thrown up some middle fingers to the Windy City skyline, I probably would have been curled up in a ball on the twin bed I bought for $300 and sold for $50 worrying that Ramen will raise their prices. Luckily, I had something very special to keep me moving forward...

my dreams. 

No, just kidding. I had a run-down frat house in the Greek capitol of the U.S. filled with a guy I hated in college and two complete strangers. Now that I've arrived, I'm in Heaven. I'm sweaty, exhausted, and confused why the toilet only flushes 3/4 of the time, but in Heaven. 

There are a lot of times in my life where I've thought, "I'm not sure how I got here, but I know this is where I'm supposed to be."

Whow...that sounded so gay. 

But this is one of those moments. Through the help of a former frenemy and two complete strangers, I feel that I'm where I belong. 

Except for the time that guy totally crashed our roomie lunch date and talked about himself for an entire hour...but he was cute, so I let it happen.

Look it to book it, 

TJB: Making It

Which pile do I put my pride in?

Not until your belongings are in piles and it's after midnight do you really believe that you're moving. I remember every time I've moved - and I have at least once every year since freshman dorms - saying, "I NEVER want to do that again!"

How soon we forget.

But here I am only 3 Miller Lights in (I can't remember what buying craft beer feels like) with one pile condemned to Michigan, and one pile destined for NYC. Deciding which stuffed animals make the trip will be a much lengthier debate. I'll probably need at least one more beer and a few shed tears.

I moved to Chicago 7 months ago without a job or a home and I had a pretty stellar run. I'm moving back to New York with both of those, so that has to count for something. Right? I'm just going to shake that good omen for all it's worth.

If there's one thing I've learned from re-watching the entire series of Sabrina, the Teenage Witch it's that

if it's meant to be, it will be.

And if it's not, you still get to date a lot of really cute boys and cats live a really long time.

My tap shoes were covered in dust,

TJB: Making It