Ann Arbor and I

“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.”

I never did like that quote. I worked in a chocolate store for two years and I knew damn well what was inside each box of chocolates. There were no surprises; I knew exactly what I was “gonna get.”

Of course, that’s me just taking Forest Gump a little too literally.

If someone told me six months ago that I would be moving to Ann Arbor, Michigan, I would be very surprised. This was not supposed to be in the box labeled, “life plans.” Alas, here I am, all moved in to my sweet little apartment in this beautiful college town.

This is the fourth time I’ve moved in the span of a year; Champaign-Urbana, Barcelona, Chicago and Ann Arbor. I must say, I’ve gotten rather good at it. It’s become surprisingly easy to pack myself into a few suitcases, show up in a new city where I only know three people, move into a new apartment and venture onward on my new path.

I spent the evening exploring Ann Arbor and I have to admit I’m a little concerned with how fond of it I am already. It seems a little silly to fall in love with every city I move to, but I guess I’ve been pretty lucky with my choices thus far. Ann Arbor has an undeniable charm. It’s quaint, yet hip, with an overwhelming amount of food options, which, let’s be real, is a huge selling point for me in any city. It’s large enough to be interesting, and small enough to be comfortable. Plus, it’s a little further up north than Chicago, making it already feel like autumn here, which is great because I’m really tired of sweating every time I go outside.

I have a lot more to explore, so I’m looking forward to living here for the next three months. Ann Arbor is like an extra chocolate that accidentally got placed into my box; I wasn’t expecting it but I already know I’m going to love it. 

Shout out to Mama Kulka and my big brother for moving me in!

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