new place, new job, new things

Well, a lot has changed since I last posted. For one thing, that post on June 10 was apparently the last one I would do as a single woman (engaged June 11), an Chicagoland employee (last day June 24) and Evanston tenant (moved to DC July 13). And I guess you could say it was the last time my future plans were truly my own. Now it's shared with many people, more people than I'd ever imagined.

I don't mean that in an overly dramatic way or anything like that. The two months have just been...a lot. But I'm alive! I'm renting a bedroom in a charming little townhouse with a retired couple who are just as nice as could be. I'm within walking distance of a metro stop, a grocery store, a shopping mall, and a church. My new job is great, I really like my co-workers, and its location is definitely exciting.

But I miss the Midwest. I think about it every day: the weather; the landscape; the people; the pace. I know I grew up here in NoVA, but the Midwest really was where I felt like home. Well, w/o my family and friends there, but you know what I mean. There was kind of a peace there that I never found in DC, what with all the endless political drama next door and all these transient ambitions walking around, each one as faceless as the next. I can't tell anyone apart here, everyone's wearing the same Banana Republic shirt and non-descript slacks. And things are just so go-go-go, all the time. I look at my Facebook profile picture and can hardly believe that leaping, joyous creature was me a scant two months ago.

Okay, so now I am being overly dramatic. So sue me. If you need to know, either you already do, or you know how to contact me. Nothing personal or any details are going on this blog, so if you want to ask or talk about anything, please message me privately. Just wanted you to know that I am indeed alive and kicking. And I haven't lost my ring yet, though I came close twice (scarily clumsy...).

Oh, and a note to DC tourists who insist on traveling around rush hour time: stand right, walk left. This clueless little family accidentally took up both sides of the escalator going down into the metro stop. Very careless. Almost started a riot.

And I kind of want to cut my hair.