Been a busy week/weekend here in Chicago and I can't wait for the day that I have an organized apartment again. Granted that day could be weeks away and miles from where I am now, but regardless I HATE living out of boxes. I sent all of my dishes, glassware, utensils, microwave - basically everything out of my kitchen and linen closet is now back in St. Paul stored away for the duration. I found someone to buy my flat screen and have packed up all of the lamps and other klunky crap laying around. The last thing left on the list is my clothes and I've been avoiding this day for weeks! I have no idea where to put it all or how to efficiently pack it so it all fits easily into four suitcases. Anyway packing is going good and the big move day is less than a week away. It's so weird that this is all really happening. It's definetly exciting and I want to take the opportunity to go, but I'm already starting to miss my friends here and the comfort of calling this city my 'home.' I know that I will feel this way again about the next city, it's just all becoming a very real reality and making the packing and logistical crap be that much harder.
Anyway enough about the move stuff. I was supposed to go to San Francisco today and tomorrow for my other job, but since I only have three days left at my full-time job, it was kindly suggested to me that taking Monday off was no longer an option. So I spent the weekend with my friend John who was visiting from Minnesota and played tourist Friday and Saturday. We had a good weekend and it was nice to be able to spend one on one time together, since I know the week or two that I will be home before Australia will be a mess of trying to make the rounds of 'goodbyes.'
Today he got up and left early to try and avoid the Twins fan traffic headed back to the cities after the Cubbies series this weekend; so I got up and decided that I needed some much needed 'Nicole Time.' I went and did a little shopping in the morning, followed by a pedicure, and a massage at the
Peninsula Spa. (SIDE NOTE: Spa at the Peninsula = HEAVEN! If you ever get the chance to go you should take it! I had such a great experience and couldn't have had better service.) Freshly Painted Toesies.

The one thing I do need to vent about are these two old ladies who took it upon themselves to give me their life stories about love, motherhood and marriage. (Keep in mind that these women HAVE NEVER MET ME BEFORE they just plopped down next to my pedi chair.)
So I'm sitting their reluctantly chatting away like old pals and they are asking a million questions about my job, the trip to Australia, where I'm from in Minnesota....yada yada yada. Finally they get to the, "Well wait you've already graduated college and you aren't in a serious relationship? I don't understand you are a pretty girl - don't you think that you should have a serious boyfriend."
Again I would like to reiterate that I have never met these broads once in my life. So I'm trying to quitely recollect all the nice words that I know to replace all the naughty words going through my head and explain to them that I am still young and am not in any rush. Well of course that opens a can of worms all in itself about how the one lady waited till she was 24 to get married and found out shortly after that, that she was going to have a hard time getting pregnant and wouldn't end up having her first until she was 30 - obviously throwing off her whole plan.(Which
cleary is the most awful thing that could ever happend! God forbid you don't get to choose the exact date and gender your babies are born.)
Long story short their marriage 101 lecture condluded with them saying, "There will come a day when you will want a successful man to be in your life and you should be thinking long term whenever you go on dates." I can aparently no longer 'continue to be going out on casual dinners - it's time to be serious in choosing a mate.' ARE THEY FREAKING KIDDING ME!!! I thought I was going to cause a scene right there in the chair.
When did graduating college become the magic age of committed and marriage track relationships?? And why is it that older generations of married women believe that younger women can't be happy on their own? When did being single become some sort of syndrome that needs to be cured?
Sorry for the long rant needed to get it off my chest - this is actually the 3rd converstaion I've had with someone about not being a relationship that is heading for the church.