Despite its title, this post is not aimed at congratulating my sister and brother-in-law on seven years of marriage (though I will quickly say, Happy Anniversary Jess!). Instead, I'm taking this time to reflect on another important anniversary: the day I moved to Omaha. This morning I launched
Timehop and read with fondness the tweets chronicling my arrival in the city.
I've been saying this a lot lately, but I'm going to miss this place. Of course I'll be happy to be closer to my family come the end of the year, but the Midwest will always occupy a place in my heart. The people here are friendly without being intrusive. The lightning storms are breathtaking. There are more restaurants than I could have possibly tried in my three years here. And while I think the Husker fanaticism is the byproduct of some ethanol-based brainwashing, this place loves football, which I can appreciate.
I've enjoyed my independence here. I like having a place that's all mine (which I think stems from being one of six children). I brag about
this as if it's a personal victory. I'm excited to spend these next three school-and-bar-free months enjoying parts of Omaha I didn't have time to see before.
I'll miss
Beauty Brands and
Wheatfields. I'll miss the rain and the trees. I'll miss
Gigi's Cupcakes and my job. This has been an incredible time in my life. And while I'm anxious to read the rest of my book, I'll be sad to finish this chapter.
