Two weeks from today will be my last day at work, and then I’m unemployed. I’ll be packing up my life to chase a dream, once again, to a new place.
Some things never change. I could have written that paragraph 3 or 4 times before #Life went on hiatus (Like this). I’m still the same optimistic, earnest, faux-cynic writer I always was. But the stakes are higher now.
I’m married with a four-month old son. Bryan is at that awesome baby stage where he’s started playing with us and laughing at my antics. And while it would be easy to let the responsibility of caring for a helpless human being scare me into holding on to the safety of the job I have, the reality is that life in Chicago has become a bad habit I need to kick.
I’m spending too many hours at work. Too many hours on the train. Too much money on rent. Too much energy on trying not to become an angry person. The job and the life I had here helped me grow a lot as an individual—but it’s time to move on.
So I’ll be following my wife to our new home, which is really our old home. Back to the Quad-Cities in search of the roots we cut free from 10 years ago when we left for college. I’ll be searching for a job, searching for a home, and still trying to figure out how to leave enough money in the budget for beer.
When #Life started in 2010, I think I expected that I’d have all those things figured out by now. But I’m staring down the end of my twenties, realizing I’ve still got more questions than answers. I’m OK with that now, and I haven’t decided if that’s dangerous or exciting. Let’s find out together.
Welcome back to #Life.