So this is it…The day has come and I’m on my way to Poland. Packing was successful and I ended up checking a bag that was about 6 pounds below limit (but my mom filled it with 6 pounds of candy…). As always, I arrived at the airport too early so I’m snacking on crackers and hummus at the United Club (found few expiring passes in my wallet 😁). Few tears were shed today and a few more goodbyes were said. The ones with my family were the hardest because I won’t see them for a year. I’ll miss Chicago but I’m taking my Chicago spirit and pride with me by wearing a Blackhawks shirt all the way to Europe 😃 Adios!
I thought that the worst part of moving to another country was packing (which I’m struggling with anyways). I couldn’t have been more wrong. Over the past nine years of my life in Chicago I met a wonderful group of people who I am proud to call my friends. I am leaving lots of great memories here but I am also excited for the new memories we are going to make when you come and visit Spain. I could not be happier to have met you all and I am definitely going to miss you. Until this day I felt like I was going on vacation but saying goodbye to everyone made it so much more real. And that is the worst part of moving.