Last day...

So today has arrived. It is a beautiful fall day in October, and also my last day in Michigan. I have a love/hate relationship with today; love runs the show while hate stands quietly in the background, not making a sound. I thought I would dread the arrival of this day, but I am surprisingly okay with it. More than okay with it. My time here at home has been therapeutic and my mind has been wiped clean. It is a clean slate, ready for whatever tomorrow may bring me. But I know exactly what tomorrow will bring. With tomorrow comes an early trip back to the city. A car ride from here to Milwaukee, and a train ride from there to Chicago. This is the most anticipated part of my journey, the train. For some reason sitting on that fast-moving beast, looking out the window as I get closer and closer to where I want to be brings me extra peace of mind. About 5 miles out I will see the skyline of Chicago and that alone will make my heart flutter, as it always has. There's something about the city that gives me that feeling. I'm not sure if it's the change of scenery or the strength I feel from being there. Regardless, the train will stop a mile from my destination and I will hail a cab to take me the last leg of my trip. 

I am beyond ready. The slow place here is exactly what I needed, but I can start to feel my insides getting anxious for more action. I'm ready for the unknown that comes with every day in the city. Although millions of people swarm the streets and cars dash around without purpose, I feel a sense of calm there that is indescribable. I think it's because I am on my own there. I have my own space, my own place to call home, my own life. I am most looking forward to unpacking my things; hanging my clothes up where they belong, putting my toothbrush in the top drawer, and laying my blanket across my bed. I will make a trip to the grocery store, which stands one block behind my building, and get a few things to fill my kitchen for the week, passing through a park filled with dogs who have escaped from their high rise buildings for the afternoon. And I will answer my doorman Fabio when he asks where I have been for 2 weeks. I've been home. He will welcome me back to the city and I will continue back up to my little nest. 

Although I would love to stay in this place of security forever, I cannot. I would be trapped here, there would be no options, I would not get anywhere. And I plan on going somewhere.