When I was 11 years old, I took my very first trip to New York City on a Girl Scout field trip to see the Radio City Christmas Show. I believe it is something every child should see at least once but I digress. The next day my uncle asked me about the trip. My response, “I LOVED it! It’s the best place ever! In fact, when I grow up, I want to move to New York City and live there!”
That’s exactly what happened in my Game of Life. I didn’t have big Broadway dreams, and at 5’2″, I knew I would never walk a runway. I came to New York to work on Wall Street after college. That happened almost by accident but that is a story for another day. That banking job helped me get into business school where I met MBA Dad and once I earned the initials MBA I went back to Wall Street.
So the Game of Life continued for me. I added a blue peg to the car when I married MBA Dad, who not surprisingly also worked on Wall Street. We moved to the suburbs, bought a house, then added another blue peg for MBA Son and a pink peg for MBA Toddler.
I didn’t expect the car to stop and change direction 1000 miles westward when MBA Dad accepted a new job in Chicago late last spring. It was a wonderful opportunity for him as well as our family as a whole. Once we arrived, one question remained: What will be the next Career card I draw?
After moving from Wall Street to Main Street to Mommy Street over the past 10 years, I had taken a few baby steps to re-engage myself in the job market. Now I will attempt to retrace those steps and then some. Let the Game of Life continue.
As for Chicagoland, we love it here, and that includes me, the lifelong New York Giants fan who uncovered her 1987 Super Bowl World Champions shirt while cleaning out the old house, the tone-deaf girl who sang “New York, New York” along with the crowd at the end of home Yankees games. Now I have added a new song that brings out that feeling of home. For Thanksgiving this year we drove the family truckster to Cincinnati to spend some time with MBA Dad’s family. Thanksgiving is always better with family and the kids had a great time playing with their second cousins but it was time to leave. On the road the Blues Brothers classic “Sweet Home Chicago” came on the radio. I cranked it up and sang along. The kids cringed, but so what? I was happy because we were going home, home to Chicago.
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