It was my last night in Chicago and I was not ready to leave. A part of me longed for the familiarity of home, but here I stood. The crowed streets of Chicago are just another plot point in my chart of life with “no beginning or end,” just another step in the path. I took a deep breath, and the cold air filled my lungs. I did not want to let go. The “Starry Night” encircled me like thousands of tiny dreams.
I slid through the heavy gold doors to a small coffee shop. A widened smile drew across my face as
I saw an empty seat on a comfy chair.
I tugged on my scarf to unwrap my neck and pulled my computer out of my
bag. At this moment I was ready to
begin my story.
I was a traveler,
a wanderer and I was going to make my mark here in Chicago. CHI-CA-GO—Frank Sinatra
played in my head. The inner struggle
to leave the familiar and swan dive into the new, tugged at my heartstrings. But how can one ready know themselves,
if they have never started from point zero.
I realized that this is a new start. I am ready to let go.
