Wednesday we moved out of our little downtown Chicago apartment. Off and on the last few days I was reminded of the little things I had grown so accustomed to, and how very soon they would slip away.
It won't be common for me to hear the sound of a carriage roll beneath my window.
I won't hear the dull roar of the L in the distance, rushed and honking taxis, or the hum of a bustling city. I will no longer be able to stroll down Michigan Avenue at my leisure.
The expansive blue lake is no longer blocks from my home...and my favorite caramel macchiato from Starbucks will take a 30 minute drive.
As much as I was sad to think that my life surroundings was going to significantly change, nothing brought me the genuine sorrow as that of having to say goodbye to the friends and faces I have come to love. The first goodbye came on a Friday night. I just wanted to curl up in bed and pretend that I didn't have a heart, and I didn't know how to feel hurt.
But I just couldn't. I had a heart. And yes, it hurt.
As I felt the hurt, I was reminded of all the joy, all the love, and all the warmth that my friendships have brought into my life. I decided that I wouldn't want to trade the current bit of sorrow for the months and years of friendship I had in my memory.
I decided it was better to love while living, to laugh, and than sometimes cry... it is at that moment we are truly human.