I'm Home...

It's amazing what a couple weeks away can do. Here I sit, on my comfy bed in my cozy little apartment in the sky. Behind me there is non-stop action and once in awhile I turn my head to witness the movement, gazing as if I've never seen this view before. This little place of mine seems to have had a revelation, much like I have. On the other hand, maybe it's the change in myself that has caused the mood inside these walls to change. When I left here two weeks ago it was merely a place to sleep. It was a place to do my laundry and store my belongings. It was spacious, yet stale. For some reason, as I sit here tonight, I feel an extreme amount of comfort. Although most walls are still bare and things are exactly how I left them, this feels like a completely different place. This is home now, something it hasn't yet been for me. 

My chest has been burning with excitement from the moment I woke up this morning. The time spent at home was much needed, and much appreciated. But it was time for me to get back here. Just as planned, my mom and I drove to Milwaukee where I boarded the train, waving back at her until she was out of sight. On the train, I had one of those moments that you see in movies or hear about and wish would happen to you. I sat there with my headphones on, modern-day Hanson tunes playing softly, but loud enough for me to feel the vibe. As we passed cornfields and small towns, I felt a rush of happiness wipe over me, that feeling I was talking about. I don't think that smile left my face the entire ride. I was in a different, unexplainable world...my world.

Fast forward through the chaos of Union Station, the unpleasant characters waiting near me at the baggage claim, and the typical scenarios you would expect at a train station. I emerge into the center of the city and I climb into the cab that is waiting near the curb for me, telling him where I need to go. Although I've said my address hundreds of times, today I said it with a smile on my face. I felt like a tourist, as I sometimes still do in the city. My head was tilted to see the tops of skyscrapers and my face was nearly pressed against the window (but assuming others before me had done the same thing, I made sure to have no contact with the germ infested window). I giggled to myself, thinking how unreal it is that I actually live here. I am not visiting, I live here. I pay the cab driver as he pulls up to my building. He speeds away to find his next customer, and I make my way through the revolving door, ultimately my front door. The air is fresh and has an aroma of "new" like it always does. My doorman greets me (unfortunately it was not Fabio, but another man that is just as pleasant), and I take the elevator up to the 32nd floor. Sometimes (more often than not), I feel like a little kid. This was one of those times. I sported the biggest grin as I rummaged for my key and hopped over to my door. You'd think it was move-in day, that this was the first time entering my apartment. For some reason, it was better than the first time.

So this is where my blog may take a twist, just as my life has. This week will bring a new set of classes, ones I am very anxious to dive into, the start of an internship at a music marketing company, and the continuation of small happenings that make my life what it is. Now that I am back in my world, anything is possible. I have no barriers between myself and the unknown. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I will soon find out...and so will you. 

Just the way I left it...