This weekend I'm packing up and moving across the country once again. Why? Maybe to be close to my family, to avoid all my problems, to have an excuse to not work for a bit, to avoid my ex bf and his fug crush ... probably all of the above. I grew up moving around every few years and it looks like that's in my blood now. It's kind of like the episode of SATC when Charlotte gets a self-help book titled "Starting Over Yet Again." Pretty much!
See ya Chicago,