This past March PT moved to New York City. We did not think that we were going to be able to stay together when we so clearly were not together. But we just never stopped talking, and then we started to plan visits. And then we accepted that we weren’t not together.
So we started making plans. He was finding work in New York, so I went to visit in August, and each day we were there together made it more clear that our lives don’t fit in New York City. I don’t make enough money to contribute to a life in New York, and PT doesn’t make enough money to make up for what I don’t make.
And I’ve come to far to go back to a high paying, sucky admin job that I hate and sacrifice my goals for The Sweatshop in the process.
So PT suggested Minneapolis. He grew up in St Paul and we’ve been to Minnesota together many times and I’ve always had a great time there.
But my business is in Chicago. My classes and my students and my life are all in Chicago, and I’m just not ready to give all that up.
So here is the plan: PT is leaving New York City this weekend. We are going to drive his stuff up to Minnesota, drop it, and come back to Chicago. We already found an apartment in Minneapolis for December 1st, so that weekend we are going to pack up a bunch of my stuff and move it to our new apartment. I’ll be back in Chicago for the rest of December, Christmas in Michigan with my family, and then LIVE IN MINNEAPOLIS in January and February.
I moved to Chicago in 2003, so I’ve been here for a while. I love Chicago. I love my life in Chicago. I’m keeping my apartment and I’ll be back in March to teach classes. But I’m ready for a change. Or, baby steps toward change. Because change is hard and scary.
Change is also really exciting! I’ve got a lot planned for those two winter months in Minnesota when I won’t be leaving my apartment, including knitting how-to videos, online classes, and a ton more knitting patterns.
2010 has been a roller-coaster. I’m excited about life: excited about where The Sweatshop is going, excited that my boyfriend will no longer be 1300 miles away, excited that I get to live in two of the greatest cities in the United States. I miss my grandpa, who died in January, every day, and it’s still really hard for me to do things. <- That is a terrible sentence, but it is still really hard for me to do things! Watching football is hard. Cooking is hard. The World Series will be hard. Calling my grandma is hard. Making life plans is hard.
But here I am, making life plans. I’ve got the next 6 months planned out! And the awesome level is getting higher and higher.