To Chicago I Go

From blue skies to heavy snow. I love watching the changing weather patterns out the window where I work. I have been investing long hours on school this week in order to complete all assignments early. My husband and I are headed to Chicago tomorrow morning for the NFC Championships! I've never been to Chicago. The thrill of anticipating a new place, a new adventure, is so reassuring to me. It's as if I'm reminded that I am still alive and have the capacity to feel openness to the unknown again. The past year of school has rendered me an ostrich burying my head in the sand. At times I want to ignore the reality of sticking to a full-time commitment and instead return to the "wild and free" wanderings of my early 20s. I would pick a place and go experience the magic. To be settled down in north Idaho isn't easy. But I suppose it has its own magic, which is for me to discover in subtle and random ways.

On a side note, I am SO excited and nervous for the NFC Championship game. I tell my husband, "You did this to me!" when I'm so caught up in Packers games I get almost physically sick. Pre-Scot, I used to think football was rather stupid: a bunch of overgrown boys huddling around a ball and jumping on each other. But, motivated by my husband's passion, I learned quickly to appreciate the complexity of a very physical and strategic sport. And now I proudly wear the colors of the Green Bay Packers and cheer them on through every game. I'm not sure if I should go "undercover" to Chicago; wearing green and gold there might get be trampled in the streets!