Posted May 29, 2011 by
Four years ago I made a decision that completely changed my life. I was on Cape Cod for my grandmother's funeral and instead of flying home to Los Angeles afterwards like I was supposed to, I changed my flight on a whim so that I could stop in Chicago and meet a guy named Greg Boose.
Greg and I had been emailing and talking on the phone for a couple of months, ever since we both started writing for TNB. He'd been pushing for us to meet in person but I'd turned him down over and over. Something in me shifted that weekend though. I vividly remember lying in the hammock in my aunt's backyard on Cape Cod and thinking about my life and about all the wonderful things that had come into it.
It finally dawned on me that Greg was surely one of those wonderful things and that, before it was too late, perhaps I should honor that.
It was Memorial Day weekend and beachgoers drifted past me on their way to the beach. I took out my cell phone and texted this guy Greg that I didn't really know.
"What if I change my flight and stop in Chicago tomorrow?"
Hardly a minute went by before my phone beeped with his response.
"Yes. Please. Do it."
The next morning I got on a flight to a city I'd never been to and a man I'd never met.
When I landed at O'Hare I texted him.
"Just landed," I said.
"I'm in baggage claim," he replied.
"I'm nervous," I said.
"You'll be fine," he wrote back.
And I was. Better than fine, in fact. The moment I met Greg at the JetBlue baggage claim at O'Hare airport I knew I would marry him.
Four years later I am sitting in the empty living room of our first shared home on the eve before we move and it feels like a thousand years, not just four, have passed.
We are about to embark on a new adventure. Me, Greg and our beautiful daughter Veronica.
We have four solid years of being us, four years of love and light and so many friends. There have been parties galore, blizzards, fancy restaurant openings, runs by the lake and quiet afternoons on the deck listening to the ducks. Four years of happiness and warmth and a love that has filled in all the dark places I thought I would never be free of.
Chicago, you will always be a part of my heart.
California, I'm coming home. And bringing a couple of people with me.
This is the last post on my Life in Chicago blog, but don't worry — a whole new chapter is about to begin.