While I love traveling, and I love Chicago, but I don’t love the drive, and I really don’t love the panic that necessarily comes before. It’s the step you conveniently forget about. And the process of leaving home was only exacerbated by the fact that I’m not just packing for one trip but 2. With a mind on trips 3 and 4. I am tossing backpacker stuff in one bag (that isn’t a backpack and it’s kinda weirding me out). Stuff for Chicago (Cubs t-shirt, skinny jeans, big facewash) into another bag. And then I am trying to organize my stuff for the drive back to VA to prep for CA. All the while frantically stashing my junk and undies into closets and boxes because it’s not even my house. And while I don’t really like leaving my own apartment in shambles when I leave, the idea that Lil Sis will be returning before I do made it not an option. It’s one thing if I chose to live in squalor; it’s another to have someone else walk into it.
And of course, I am completely convinced I have forgotten something, even as the other part of me says that as long as I have my passport, computer and credit card, I will be fine. I am not going anywhere so remote that I can’t just get what I need.
The drive through Ohio and Indiana is kinda dull and flat. And given my general impatience/distaste for it, I suspect my drive to CA is going to SUCK.
But seeing the word Chicago start to show up on the highway signs, and crossing the Skyway to see the Chicago skyline still gives me chills. I love it! And right then “My Kind of Town” came up on the shuffle. It’s good to be home.
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