Coming home.

It's time to come home.

I've spent the last few months trying to figure out where I want to be at this point in my life, who I want to be surrounding myself with, and where I want to go.  This last month, especially, I have devoted to putting the pieces together that have somehow fallen apart in the last year of my life.  They seem to be relatively put back together, but not quite.  The last piece won't be set in place until I find myself in the company of my friends and family at home, where I will stay.

None of this is to mean that I have not had an amazing experience here in Los Angeles this last year.  Everything that I have been able to do and see associated with my wonderful job and the city of Los Angeles itself has been absolutely remarkable.  I would never trade this last year for anything.

I told my bosses last Friday that I would be leaving them in two months time.  They couldn't have reacted more wonderfully.  They had been worried about me getting lonely in the job, and I had been lonely, and knew that with my personality that it probably wouldn't be the right fit for a long term job.  They were right.  I love them so much, and their children, and I am really excited to stay friends with them forever.  But, my life here has not evolved into what I would've pictured myself in at this point in time.  I am not the person I want to be, and as much as I've tried to be that person here, it just hasn't happened.  I can't find the girl I once was here in this city.  She doesn't belong here.

My decisions have taken me to living in Chicago come November/December.  Of course, with the job market the way it is, I'm hoping to even get a serving job let alone a 'real' job.  Regardless, I am so ready to be in that city.  I have loved Chicago for a long time and am so excited to move there.

Bah! Bob just got here for a walk, I will elaborate further soon! Much love,

xo

Linds