The boxes are back. Just three for now, but in two weeks there will be more transporting all my belongs once again. Like clockwork, for the past five years, when the last days of May trickle into summer, I move. From school to home, from Europe to the United States, from Pennsylvania to Illinois. This time, from my first Chicago apartment to my second. For the first time though, I am moving into a space that I think I will be able to call my own.
My life has been very nomadic, moving from place to place and taking up residence in houses, apartment and dorms that I was never able to call home. Its hard to make a sterile dorm room homey, or more recently, find my own identity in places that were already decorated and lived in by roommates. However, my new apartment on a quaint corner of Bucktown, I plan to nest a little – maybe hang up my jacket and stay a while.
