Something for something, or a mishmash

After not feeling ready for the move, I am finally ready.  In fact, in true me fashion, I am sitting around waiting for the movers to get here because I am actually done earlier than I thought I would be.  I have two things left, besides this computer - scissors for cutting tape, and a sharpie for labeling the boxes.  I'm not sure what to do with these two things since I have already closed up the last box of miscellaneous items.  So here I sit, waiting.  So I will just ramble for once.

Last weekend as I was packing, I felt really sad to leave Chicago.  But it's not like I am leaving a whole lot behind.  I just felt sad to leave particular people.   Though it's not as if I will never be here again since I will come into the office periodically.  Sooner than I would like to actually at the end of August for a meeting.

It still feels surreal that this is probably the last time that I will make the drive from here back home.  I am stopping in Michigan over night and then making my way to New York on Sunday.  I am mostly worried about the cat of all things.  He is sitting here staring at me right now.

My last day in the Chicago office was uneventful.  Neither of the partners were there to say goodbye to and no one else seemed to care much that I was leaving anyway.  So I guess I don't feel that bad about leaving the office after all.  A major problem at work is messing up this move a bit, but well, work is going to be there no matter where I am.  It's hard to argue that me being in New York won't work - my colleague lives in North Carolina.

I wonder if I will ever feel like I belong in New York, or whether I will always feel like an outsider looking in like I did here in Chicago.  I hope not.  I hope I am able to change that and that New York will agree with me.  I have had a couple of those - oh my god what have I done - freak out moments.  But I suppose that is natural when you completely uproot everything and move on.

I recently reconnected with my favorite college professor on Facebook.  He is an English teacher, a writing teacher.  I hate english classes, but his class I loved.  It was persuasive writing.  It was about how to live life as much as it was about how to write.  He said if we remember only one thing from his class, remember, "something for something."  And what he meant by that is that you get out of life what you put into it, and that that applies to everything.  It is in fact the only thing I remember from his class from so many years ago.  He used to tell us it would save us a life time of misery if we could just remember that one thing and apply it in our lives.  How easy it is to forget.