photo credit: Vanessa Churchill Photography

My move to Chicago was a gamble. Turns out, I bet on the wrong horse.  I moved in with my boyfriend and exactly 5 months later, on July 15 2009,  I moved out.

I packed an overstuffed yellow suitcase in a fit of projectile tears.  I made sure to get all the essentials.  I wheeled them down the street to my friend’s refuge, teetering in 4” red heels.

I opened the bag to see what I had to wear to work the following day.  Inside I found:

• 4 pairs of high heels
• 3 bangle bracelets
• 12 pairs of earrings
• 5 drawer liners
• 2 cosmetic bags
• 7 t-shirts
• 1 bra
• 15 pairs of underwear
• 2 packs of frozen spinach
• 1 bag of frozen shrimp
• 1 chilled bottle of vodka
• A striking absence of pants

For the next week at work I told people I was exploring my artistic side, all whilst hyperventilating in a cubicle.

This is my story.