In a few days I will leave Chicago for a new life in Indianapolis. I hope you will indulge me as I write some thoughts about my time in Chicago.
I have lived in Chicago 3 times. I moved here in 1992 to attend Loyola University Chicago. I had a a goal to become a journalist. It didn't happen. I truly value my education I got at Loyola. The lessons I learned there have served me well in my life.
From Loyola I went to Southwest Airlines. For the next 5 1/2 years I worked for one of the most amazing companies ever. I left Chicago to live in Albuquerque, NM. I lived in New Mexico for 2 years. In 1997 my mother passed away, and I decided to come back to Chicago. I was still with the airline at the time, so a transfer was easy.
In 2000 I left Chicago and Southwest to move to the Washington, D.C. and work for the Motley Fool(www.fool.com). A few months later I was laid off. I found work soon enough, but it was not a great job, and I felt lost. While there, I lived through 9/11. I lived 1/2 mile from the Pentagon, and I saw the plane that would crash into it that morning. Truly that was a harrowing time.
It was from that day that I went on a new journey. Initially I visited South Africa, where I learned quite a bit about myself. In particular, my experiences visiting a village near Victoria Falls in Zambia led me to come back to Chicago, to attend DePaul University and work on a master's in non profit management. Of course I did not get that career in the non profit world, and was very discouraged.
During my time at DePaul, I became ill, very ill. I had a pre-diabetic condition, which was a result of my being obese. I was a little over 300 lbs. This diagnosis would become what I consider one of the most important turning points in my life.
Over the years I have detailed my weight loss. I have talked about my ups and downs. One thing was constant - the running which I credit with adding years to my life was started here in Chicago. This city became my running trail. Whether I was running along the lakefront, through the neighborhoods, in Evanston, or even my ill fated 2007 Chicago Marathon, I loved running through this town.
It was in Chicago where I worked for Fleet Feet Sports, and found a joy in working with other runners. I met so many inspiring and wonderful people through my work at Fleet Feet.
You never know where the road of life is going to lead you. I did not become a journalist, but I blog. I did not become a leader in a non profit organization, but I have worked with many of them, and feel my management skills have always helped me at Fleet Feet. So while it is not the life I thought I would have, it is a pretty good life that I have.
There is one more thing about Chicago. I met Mark and found love. I met him at a very low period, and I credit him with bringing love to my life. I was meant to be here this time.
Now, though a new chapter begins. Mark and I move to Indianapolis for a new life. I will still be in running specialty, and I will use all the lessons I have learned along the way. Returning to Indiana is returning home of sorts. I was raised in Indiana, and now I get to come home and start this chapter.
I don't know what lies ahead. All I know is I look forward to it. I will miss Chicago, but it will always have a special place in my life.
Charlie