I have lived in Chicago for 5 years now, which means it is currently in 3rd place in the "places I have lived the longest" competition (behind Middletown, and DC). If I make it another 2 years, it will move up to second place, which will be quite the impressive feat, if you ask me.
Not only have I lived here for 5 years, I have funtioned here for those years. I've worked, and lived and paid taxes here for one whole hand's worth of time.
It is amazing, when I sit down and think about it. I really, really, really in my wildest dreams did not imagine myself living and thriving out in the Midwest. It stuns me but also leaves me with a sense of pride. I did it. I made me into the me I am out here, all by myself. The girl who drove out here with her Mom is has become a whole person, much more confidenent about where she fits in the world. And she has sensible clothes, and can cook and always pays her bills on time (well, mostly).
You would think that this girl, who has now become, dare I say it, an adult? out here, hundreds of miles from the places she used to call home would be smart and functional.
You would be wrong.
Because for the god-forsaken life of me, I cannot. Cannot. CANNOT. remember that everything that exists on the East Coast, exists an hour later than it does here in the Windy City.
Seriously? Its a time zone. It's been the same all 5 years. One would assume I would have figured it out by now. I would be able to remember that when it is 9 PM here, it is actually 10 PM there and so no longer a socially acceptable time to call people over the age of 30.
One would think I would remember that the Daily Show comes on at 10, not 11, like it did before.
But nope. I can't. I cannot fathom that I am living a life in the past. 9 PM already happened in Maryland. It was crazy!! but now its over and everyone is going to bed. Stop calling us.