In 7 days I'll be in Boston. Aside from a brief stint in college I have never lived anywhere but Chicago, or ever really travelled much.

Missing my family and friends will be a given once I am gone, but lately I have been thinking about certain things I will miss that I can't anticipate. Places, people, things that will no longer exist, even though their existence seemed minor in Chicago. Obviously I can't see them yet, but I will soon. Not knowing makes me feel out of control. Like waiting to get hit by a bus. You know it's going to happen, but you don't know when, and it's probably gonna hurt.