All my bags are packed

Okay, not really, but I’m ready to go. Okay, again, not really, but
I’m ready to start working again. And it will be great to be back in
Chicago. I’m going to miss my dear Mister, but it will only be for
(hopefully) a month. While I love T dearly, I’m not particularly
looking forward to sharing a studio apartment with him, nor am I
excited at the prospect of having to re-purchase literally everything
one needs in order to leave a comfortable, albeit unembellished,
lifestyle. I need a bed, couches/chairs, a dresser (but who am I
kidding, I’ve never had a dresser outside of my childhood home and
college dorms). Once we get an apartment that has more than one room I
am planning on using a futon mattress sans futon frame as a bed.
Unembellished is an understatement. But I will have my dog, my best
friend, my job, and my city, what more could a girl want?

I’ve been living with my parents for the last eight months. I came
back home after I lost one of my part-time jobs in Chicago. I had
another one, but I wasn’t able to find anything to fill up the rest of
my time. I guess in a way I gave up and retreated to a place that I
thought was safe (which it is, and I know I’m always welcome here),
and I thought I would better be able to focus on school unencumbered
by a social life and surrounded by woods. It’s where I once thrived in
school, so I thought I could thrive again. Long story short, I failed,
again. Longer story short, here’s a list of schools I have previously
failed at: University of Minnesota Twin Cities, Hamline University,
Michigan Tech University, Columbia College Chicago, and last but not
least, Northern Michigan University. Not failed out of, but just
failed at, in general.

So I’m going back to what I know. I’m going to be a nanny, and it’s
kind of my dream job (call me crazy, I know I am) and I rock at it,
but I don’t want to do it forever. But what else can I do, at this
point in time? I am not going back to school until (if ever) I am
certain I can succeed. And I’ve thought that five times before with no
success, so I’m going to go ahead and pass on that for now.

I take it back that I’m not ready to go. I am ready to go. I’m just a
little scared. But more excited. Yes, I’m excited and happy to be
moving out of my mom and dad’s house and heading back to the city I
love. It’s scary and exhilarating, but I am hoping for the best.