For the second time in the span of four months, I packed everything I own into my car in preparation for a cross-country trip. I'm moving to Chicago to live with my two best friends, start a podcast, and do standup comedy. Someone make a goddamn sitcom about me already!
Do they have tacos in Chicago? I'm worried I'm going to miss tacos. And my LA friends. But mostly tacos.
People keep asking me why I'm moving to Chicago and I usually rattle off a list of all sorts of practical things like public transportation and cost of living and proximity to friends and family.
Really, my reasons for moving are superficial and dumb. I made a very spontaneous decision to leave LA because I was frustrated and lonely and this latest breakup fucked me up real good. And leaving LA seemed like a good way to say FUCK IT ALL!
I don't regret the decision at all. Chicago is gonna be great. Spontaneity has never been a quality of mine, so it's cool that I'm doing something for dumb reasons. I'm young! I'm reckless! I'm killing it!
And I look better in winter wardrobe anyways.
Soon to be Chicago-bound,