Wishful Thinking

I should most definitely be packing right now, but instead I’m going to write a blog entry.

With approximately 12 hours to go until I leave for Chicago I’ve become restless.  Perhaps that is because I know how much I have to do yet, or perhaps it is simply pure excitement.  Anxiety is building, and I can’t wait to get there.  Perhaps my only dread is the 17 hour bus trip.  Though, I think it will all be worth it.

I’ve been talking about moving to Chicago since Sam moved there and I’m finally making good on it, though I wish it was under better circumstances.  At least I’ll be arriving in the summer (if you want to call it that) before the mind numbing cold.

Well, I’m off to finish up (ok, start) my packing.  Cheers.