I kind of always thought I’d be engaged by now. I thought I’d have a cute little apartment in the suburbs and a boy that made me feel like home. I thought I’d have a job doing something I loved, a steady work out routine and be part of a book club.

I always thought life would be figured out by now.

Instead, I’m going to fit into the mold of my transient self and go to Chicago for a few days. I’m going there to discuss Hemingway, be in good company and forget about Wisconsin for a while. Not because I want to. But because I need to.

See you in a few.