Since I am wide awake right now due to a painful blister on my big toe that seriously has me considering an at-home amputation, I thought it would be the perfect time to address some big news I have…
I am engaged.
I resigned from my first real job.
That’s not a joke.
Now, there is immense worry and doubt and fear in my head from making such a risky decision, but it boils down to this-
I want to move to Chicago. I want to work in Chicago. So I am going to go to Chicago.
Did I plan on staying at my first job for only 4.5 months? No. But I do know that life is short and this position was not making me happy and Chicago has been a dream and I have the opportunity to live with one of my best friends and I needed to take the jump now.
I felt like if I never made this big move, the “what ifs” would gnaw away at me for the rest of my life, and I cannot have that.
So, I am stepping out of my comfort zone. I have no concrete job or housing plans yet, but I have faith that my safety net will slowly start to reveal itself.
If I fail, I can blame it on being 22 and dumb.
But if I succeed?
It will be a dream come true.