reverb10: here to there.

December 3: Moment.
Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors). (Author: Ali Edwards)

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On June 8th, 2010, I got on a plane. All I had in my possession were two suitcases filled with whatever I could fit in it. This was a one-way flight. I would land at my destination, and that’s where I would stay.

The reality of it didn’t set in right away. I sat in the plane, watched as Texas disappeared beneath me and actually felt… calm. But as I got closer and closer to what would ultimately be my new home, my heart began to race slightly. I was really doing this. This was really happening. I had actively chosen to move thousands of miles away from home–again–and for what would most for the remainder of the foreseeable future. I would be starting over again in Chicago; a familiar setting, yet completely different circumstances.

It was a warm, rainy day when I arrived in O’Hare and hailed a taxi to take me to Wicker Park. I watched in anticipation as the skyline I had fallen in love with years before appeared in the distance. My new roommate had informed she had left my pair of keys hidden for me as she had to step out. I walked into my new apartment, suitcases in hand.

There was going to be a long adjustment period, that much I knew. I had no furniture (meaning no bed) and well, no job. But from the moment I stepped onto that plane to the moment I stepped foot into my new home, I knew I had made the right choice. So I ordered takeout, put on my favorite hoodie, and relaxed. Because I was excited about upcoming prospects, for the first time in a long time. I felt hopeful. I felt rejuvenated. I felt… alive.

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