I knew moving home was going to be an adjustment. This is the first time that I have lived with, rather than visited, my father since he was married to my mom. They divorced sometime around or before I entered kindergarten. So, it’s definitely been a while. Among all the differences and changes and such, the thing that’s hit the hardest has been the fact that I AM GOING STIR CRAZY.
In Chicago, I didn’t have a car or really much desire to drive places. As much as we like to complain about the CTA, I was in love with it. I relied on it daily. So when my license expired on my 25th birthday, and I was lacking the proper documents to renew it, I didn’t worry. But now, 18 months later, stuck in middle of nowhere Indiana, it means I am completely TRAPPED at home.
If it was just me, I could deal with it. However, the only person who leaves the house on a regular basis is our foreign exchange student. She attends a local high school. All four of my younger sisters (ranging in ages from almost 8 to a 15 and half year old) are all home school by our stepmom. (Their mother passed away in 2006.) My father works from home in the basement about 80% of the time. There is no privacy in this house unless you’re in the bathroom with the fans running.
Luckily I did renew my license (and thanks to Indiana I only had to take the written test) and I do have access to the car. If only I had a place to go. Farm towns aren’t really structured for social life. It makes me miss Chicago even more with the constant barrage of things to do — and question my sisters more when they adamantly state how they could “never” live in Chicago. I’m jealous of everyone who will get to sign up for BiSC. I’m jealous of Jenn and the other Ambassadors going to New York.
I’m jobless, broke, and trapped in Indiana. It probably explains why I am creating silly things like IROCs.
The good news is that I do have a phone interview tomorrow for a job, albeit temporary. Wednesday I will be back in Chicago to visit the Portfolio School, as well as complete my application interview. Thursday I will finally be heading south to my mom’s — and I will also visit all the grandparents and family (aka finally celebrate Christmas with them). I’ll return to my dad’s either Sunday night or some time on Monday. Some time in February, I’ll be visiting this kick-ass lady in St. Louis. So there is a little excitement coming for me… but I am sooooo ready to be back in my city.
Chicago, I miss you.