In the beginning

I'm going to feel really silly if this move to Chicago falls through now......



For years, every time someone mentioned Chicago, I would shudder and say, "Ugh, it's a beautiful place to visit, but I'd never want to live there. WAY too cold." And when my boyfriend mentioned how he lived there for eight years and how much he loved it, I said it again. And there was silence....then he asked me if there was anything that could intice me to move there. I thought about it and replied quite seriously, that "presents. lots of presents" would go a long way. Of course, I thought that if it came up at all, it would be years in the future. We are comfortable here, in St. Louis. He grew up here and though I spent the first 19 years of my life as a country girl, many weekend trips to the city made me very familiar with its many charms.

I thought we would be here for a few more years at least and then he had to go looking for a new job with better pay (the nerve, right?) and we found out his field is in great demand...at least in places other than St. Louis. So, I was left with a choice....I could make him choose between the place we're comfortable and the girlfriend he wants in his life or the city he loves and advancement in his career.

I would be a bitch if I told him to stay, right?

Yeah, I thought so......