Windy Cities

Dear Readers,
As I sit here in my comfortable living room, waiting for the day to start, I am faced with the fact that tomorrow I will be off for a very busy/exciting/fun week in Chicago. The anticipation for this week has been building ever since I actually went down to the Davids Bridal in Oxnard to be sized for the two weddings that I would be in. At the time, these two weddings seemed horribly far away, and the dress I was trying on had no meaning to me. They were both beautiful satin outfits, one black, on dark blue. It didn't really make sense that this dress would be only one of many purchased by several loved ones to represent their commitment to the two people who would be getting married.

To tell you the truth, I never thought this day would come. This day where I would be packed up, waiting for my mom to shower and lug her bags out to the car where my dad would take us to the airport. Chicago seemed like a distant dream. Of course, I had loved the time up until now, sitting in my English classes looking up bridesmaids dresses instead of studying, thinking of how much fun I would have at this event, the joy that I would have in seeing the faces that I have loved so much over the years. It truly is an exciting thing to be sitting on this couch at this moment, waiting for these things to happen, because for the first time they finally seem tangible. Tomorrow I will be in Chicago!