"And done."I sat cross-legged on the floor, looking over my apartment. All of my stuff now packed, waiting for movers to arrive. I sighed in relief. I was busy collecting and placing everything in boxes almost the whole morning. I was dancing and singing along with it, trying to find the motivation to move forward. Looking at my empty apartment, I felt uneasy. What was I doing? I loved my life there in Chicago; I loved my work, loved my friends, and even my surly neighbor, Mrs. Adams. She was 80 years old, she was lonely and very grumpy, but with time, I started to like her. I listened to stories of her life with genuine interest; she was a very wise and kind woman under her exterior. Ugh, these thoughts weren't helping.I was working as a freelance photographer in Chicago for almost four years. I wasn't famous, but I really enjoyed my work. I loved to see lovely couples, happy families, and beautiful women and men through the lenses of my camera.
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