Well hello again,
So, it's been a week and a half since my husband and I have moved to Chicago. My feeling now? It's only been a week and a half?!?
I would say that I'm pretty used to moving around considering all of trips to Romania esp. from a young age, but I guess the many places of Romania were always home…and I guess this is the first time moving away from one of my "homes." It's been harder than I expected and it has come with a rather large degree of homesickness and longing for the familiar. I can't say that I am not incredibly grateful that my husband is here, I would have gone insane without him, but I really hate the disorienting feeling that comes with moving to such a new place. The U of C is very pretty, but it still feels very foreign. Chicago is a very interesting and attractive city too, but I cannot say it feels mine yet. Honestly, the only familiar thing here seems to be my husband. Even my stuff (clothes, shoes, etc.) seem foreign when I see them in this strange new place.
It's a weird feeling. I hate not knowing where I am and what I'm doing.
I can only hope that time will be kind and will allow us to adjust quickly and smoothly.
No comments:
Post a Comment