As I write this, the sun is beginning to wane in the bright blue sky. It’s 12 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but according to weather.com it feels like -4. Living in Chicago is like being in one of those relationships that when it’s good, is really good, and when it’s bad it’s, well, miserable.
It’s been more than six months since I left the easy-breezy California coast for the Midwestern metropolis. In that time, I have fallen in love with the city lifestyle, met some incredible people and learned more than I ever expected to.
Working at One Good Deed Chicago has been a rare chance to see behind-the-scenes in a political office, and to get to know the nonprofit community inside and out. I’ve also built an online community basically from the ground up, which has been a priceless learning experience.
I also feel much more prepared for whatever I end up doing next. I have a clearer idea of what I do and don’t want professionally as well as personally.
When I accepted this position, a year seemed like a long time before I had to figure out my next step. Now it’s time to start looking for jobs again. So much has changed, but it also feels like just yesterday when I lugged my two suitcases up to the third-floor apartment in the 100-degree heat and sat down in my empty room, August 1, 2011.
100 degrees, six months, two icy-sidewalk falls, one crazy city.
In the very least, I have toughened up considerably. Winter does that.