There is something about the end of one season and start of another that makes me mushy (in true Melanie fashion). A Chicago summer is bookended by two holiday weekends, Memorial Day and Labor Day — the latter of which was this weekend. It has been a lovely few days of serotinal bliss, and today (Labor Day!), I can’t help but reflect on the past couple of months.
I wrote this last year, but it’s worth repeating: “It takes time to build a life, and after three years in the city, I can finally call it my home. I’ve established deep, meaningful relationships — friends that I can be myself with. My career has become stable and steady, and I find joy in the day-to-day responsibilities. But most of all, I am learning to trust God with each and every area of my life, rather than letting my circumstances control me. I still struggle — as we all do — but I’ve gained more big-picture perspective than ever before.”
I still feel those same feelings, but even more so now after another year in the city. This summer has been a delight, and I stand amazed at these memories and adventures shared with my dear friends, loving family and how-the-heck-did-I-get-so-lucky boyfriend.
Memorial Day rosé and a sunset. Many burrito bowls. My quick trip to STL. Grilling. Hinsdale’s 4th of July parade. Happy closings. Packed seminars. My birthday. A wedding in Texas. Driving around with my windows down. Fun dinners out. (Of note: Monteverde, Blue Door, Eduardo’s.) Celebrating my parents’ 25th anniversary. Sailing on LDW.