Intelligentsia Millennium Park. This was one of my "places" during my time at Moody. It became a haven of sorts, even though it was right in the middle of the touristy/business area of the city. The place is decorated for Christmas now, and it's just as charming as ever as people from all different cultures, languages, and walks of life come in and out of the revolving doors.
I'm going to miss places like these. At the same time, you know that moment when you feel like a stranger in a place that's completely familiar? I'm not sure how it happens, but it usually comes in a time of transition. It's a sign that it's time to move forward, but it doesn't make the loss any less bittersweet.
I packed up my apartment today (couldn't have done it without the help of my roommate!). All of my things are now in a corner of the room in tubs and suitcases. Michelle (the Maine one!) and I are listening to early 2000's music and trying to make this time feel as normal as possible.
We've come to terms with the fact that transition is just weird, and there is no "right" way to say goodbyes. We can only walk through it. As the children's camp song goes, "You can't go under it, you can't go over it, you gotta go through it." The Lord is near to us in times such as these.