Perhaps it is because of the pending hurricane or perhaps because I always secretly feel this way but I very much desire to be in another time tonight. I haven't quite figured out what time this is but I picture it with gentle breezes blowing my long white dress, holding a mint julep and gazing at the sunset. Daisy would be my name. Maybe I know exactly what time this is, maybe.

I am forever discontent in where I am, in who I am and, most recently, in the time I exist.

Ch-ch-changes

A New Leaf, Chicago

A lot has been happening around these parts. Along with all that is wedding nonsense (and truthfully, I do find it to be a bit nonsensical at times), I've been promoted at work and have received my LSAT score. In one year I will know which law school I'll be at, Jon and I will be almost married and we will be packing up to move to who knows where. No more New York though, this we could not handle.

Less than three weeks after becoming engaged we realized how crazy weddings are. Having called a few event spaces in Chicago, we quickly realized how quickly these things book so we flew to Chicago on a whim and booked our wonderful florist adjacent space, A New Leaf. It is lofty and perfect, very low key. This past weekend my mother flew up here for a quick peek at wedding dresses. Just so happened there was an Ian Stuart trunk show and an Ian Stuart vintage lace dress I fell in love with. Done and done.

At this point I'm already weddinged out. I have a beautfiul dress and location and, most importantly, the best fiance a woman could ask for. This is all I need, yes? No, no no. There are invitations, cakes, caterers (mac 'n cheese bar anyone?), DJs, florists, lanters....etc. Phew. I am more than happy to pass these tasks off to my very excitable mother and focus instead on law school applications.

I do wish it were truly spring. No more five minute snow showers and icy breezes. Where are the cherry blossoms, the warm sunshine, the possibility of picnics? Oh well, with all this crazy planning for life who has time to be outside anyway.

I am happy.

One Thing

As of this past Valentine's Day, I will be marrying this wonderful man next April. And to think only three years ago we were planning his move to New York! Neither of us is terribly romantic but I am ridiculously excited to be marrying this fellow. There will be twinkle lights galore and loads of white flowers and of course Jon lookin' snazzy in a tux. Happy, happy, happy!

Home

Of all the places I have called home, of all the places I have visited for months, or weeks, or days, Chicago is my city. With all my heart I cannot wait to start our family there. New York has been many things but never home. That word I save for Chicago

Monday Jon and I will spend our fourth Valentine's Day together in this lovely city. I have arranged a Polish day for him at my grandmother's in order to make up for my shoddy dumplings on Christmas Eve. I never feel more Polish than I do when in Chicago which makes sense as it has the second largest Polish population outside Warsaw. Happy, happy, happy.

I hope everyone has a wonderful lovey Valentine's Day!