Spring is always a little overwhelming, with finals, internship applications and graduation goodbyes. I originally believed that everything would go smoothly but life decided to throw me a curve ball. And now after a few weeks of crying, starving myself and breaking things, I’ve come to the conclusion that broken hearts are extremely tacky.
I recently decided that I needed to give myself a serious Eat, Pray, Love intervention. So far I’ve tried it all: inspiring blogs, self help books, spontaneities trips, lots of “sips” and even throwing a few smiles at nicely dressed boys that passed my way.
By the end of the first week of my breakup, I found myself in New York City with my best friend. Nothing like a girls trip to make you realize how much you actually hate boys. The first night I found myself in an intimate comedy club laughing for the first time in weeks only to be surprised by an SNL star who spontaneously showed up to perform. By night two, we were front row at the Seth Meyers Show.
That’s when I started thinking about my amazing luck these past two years. Despite the fact that my Big will try and tell me luck has nothing to do with it all. I’m beginning to realize that I have a lot of immense plans for myself and I need to find someone who isn’t intimated by that. So i’m letting go of all my anger because life isn’t a competition; but if it was, I’d win. Okay, well maybe not all my anger.
I’m still lost and itching for some guidance, adventure and maybe just any excuse to do something crazy. If teen movies have taught me anything, it’s that when someone breaks your heart, you should jump on a plane and ditch your entire life.
So what have I done these past two weeks? I quit my job, ditched my internship, boxed up my apartment, sold half my wardrobe and bought one plane ticket. At this point, I don’t have much to lose so I’m embracing my inner Julia Roberts. I might not be able to get myself to Italy but I know another city that has water running through the middle of it.
Chicago. I’m moving to Chicago for the summer. If that wasn’t clear? I don’t know what to expect but I’m thinking this summer is about going where ever the wind takes me. It is the Windy City after all.
If I have learned anything these last few weeks, it’s that “life’s to short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.” So I’m going to the only city i’m positive has great coffee and men who are dying to meet theameliaburns.
Till Then, XO