desk, sweet, desk.

dear blog,

i'm sorry i've neglected you! but not to worry, i'm in the windy city now with lots to tell you.

sitting at my desk - which is blissfully familiar because it's the same one i've always had in my room at home - only now it has a better view. perched on the 13th floor beside the window, looking out onto the bustling excitement of the city. all i have to do it glance over my shoulder at all the newness, everything shiny and noisy in the best possible way. but sitting in my wiggly-with-years-of-abuse chair, with my forearms leaning on the warm worn old wood, i can still feel what it's like to be at home. finding this balance between - not to quote sweet home alabama because that's impossibly lame, but in fact yes i am - roots and wings. i feel like bursting at the seams with all the potential that my new chapter has offered me, while still carrying with me my favorite things i don't want to forget, like a perfectly-worn-in pair of sperrys. who says you can't have it all? i guess we'll find out.