the windy city, indeed

Oh my gosh it's cold here. What was I possibly thinking when I packed? Oh well, at least I brought a jacket this time.

I think I've slipped now from being in domestic limbo to full-on "moving mode." I no longer feel like I am living at the old place, really; I just feel like I go there every once in a while to pack everything up in order to move it here. Other things are falling into place -- I've almost settled on a moving date (in just over a month), and I found a great, great person to take my cat. In fact the appropriateness of the match is such that it will alleviate some of my sadness upon leaving The Bea-Meister. But not all of it. (That sentence sounded odd, and possibly pretentious. I'm listening to "Emma" on CD right now, and I think it's coloring my prose.)

Today, Chicago seems like a city with endless possibilities. I'm sure there's probably a reasonable limit to the possibilities, and I'm sure I'll discover the limiting factors soon enough, but for now I welcome the excitement. Yay!