Yesterday Roomie/Hot Doctor guy told me he's moving out at the end of the month. It's been a good run, almost a year. And I'm sure I am capable of locking down another Roomie, but at this point, I'm kinda done scrambling and with the status of my new job up in the air, I am very much considering my friend Gloria's offer to move out west to Denver.
Woke up around 5am and researched how I might get my shit out there, it's literally keeping me from sleeping, again. It could break my heart to leave the city I love so very fucking much, but maybe it's time to try something new. Nothing is holding me down here, besides my AWESOME friends, and that alone gives me reason to pause.
I love my place, my 'hood and such, but I've been here for almost 5 years, and I feel like I'm not growing, in fact, I feel like I'm stagnating. And I can always come back; also it seems like my brother and his soon-to-be-wife will end up in Denver as well in the next year or so.
Short of something MAJOR happening (like winning the lottery) I really think it's time to move on and try something new. Chicago has been kicking my ass and the overall atmosphere seems almost hostile. Plus, moving to Denver would be a mostly soft landing; I got a place to stay and a job waiting for me, amongst other opportunities.
Still...it's...I've lived here all my life (with the exception of a brief interlude in LA) and this IS MY HOME. There's a reason I have the Chicago flag tattooed on my left arm. It feels like home, although lately not so much. UGH, I just don't know if I suck at life or if life just sucks right now.