Chicago skyline in the light of dawn

For people who have known me a while, it seems like I just moved out to Los Angeles. That’s not true, though: we moved from Kansas City to L.A. a little under three years ago. I felt like I had to do it for work, in part due to some weird circumstances, and in part because no one was used to people working remotely then.

When I moved to Los Angeles, I was afraid my Kansas City friends would no longer be even long-distance friends with me. (They still are. Thank goodness for texts and Zooms.) As I was packing a box of old photos and letters, it struck me that maybe my time in Kansas City was the best time I would ever have in my life, and it had come to an end. I started sobbing—real, loud, raw grief.

 

Living in L.A.

There have been a lot of things about Los Angeles I’ve loved, though. Anyone who follows my Instagram knows how much I love our weekend trips to the beach…

 

a view of the sky and ocean between two cliffs at Leo Carillo Beach

Bryn Donovan standing in the ocean at night, wearing a mask, with the lights of Santa Monica Pier in the background

sandals and a notebook in the sand, with the ocean waves in the distance

 

And I enjoyed seeing my coworkers around the Studio City office and becoming friends with some of them. It was fun to meet Hallmark actors at a swanky event, become a guest on a celebrity podcast, and walk past movie shoots on my way to work. Mr. Donovan and I spent not only weekends but weekday nights exploring what the city had to offer. It’s a place like no other, and I’m glad we made the most of it.

One of the best things of all about living in L.A. was getting to see Gill’s aunts, uncle, and cousins. They are wonderful, fun, smart people, and I wish we could take them with us…along with a few friends. It’s a great heartache that all of the people you love can’t be in one place.

But I never felt at home in L.A. Sometimes, as I was falling asleep, I’d feel that I was on the very edge of the world, on the urge of slipping off.

 

 

And Then Covid Hit

 

We’ve been so very lucky. We haven’t gotten sick, and our family members who got sick recovered. The beaches and trails have helped keep us sane.

But I haven’t seen anyone in my family since Thanksgiving 2019. I started to ask myself why I hadn’t visited more when I could…and why I’d chosen to live so far away from them. And now that everyone has worked remotely for over a year, we’ve all gotten very used to it.

One day I asked my boss about working from Kansas City again, and he said while remote work might be a possibility, it would have to be from one of the Hallmark Channel offices: if not L.A., then New York, Atlanta, Denver, or Chicago.

Chicago? I asked. This was the first time I’d realized we had an office there.

What Chicago Means to Me

I grew up in central Illinois. I first visited the city as a child on a family trip, and for years afterward, I imagined living there. The Art Institute, in particular, filled me with awe: the Chagall windows, the clouds painted by Georgia O’Keefe.

Chagall’s America Windows at the Chicago Art Institute. Image from WikiCommons.

When I was a teenager, my friends and I would tell our parents we were staying over at each others’ houses, and then drive up to Chicago to dance at the all-ages clubs there. In college, with now-ex-boyfriends, I went to the Arlington Heights racetrack, Water Tower Place, blues bars, and the Green Mill.

My brother and his wife settled in Chicago. The first time Mr. Donovan and I visited them, my sister-in-law took us out for Thai and then on a nighttime lake tour where we admired the city lights. My brother and sister-in-law had children and moved out to the suburbs, and we’ve spent lots of Thanksgivings, Christmases, summer holiday weekends, and even a couple of my birthdays there. My sister and her family even lived in the Chicago area for a little while. My parents are still in central Illinois, an easy drive away.

One of my nieces and and one of my nephews have apartments in the city now. Another niece has an apartment in the suburbs. When I got permission to move and work from the Chicago office, they were texting me screaming with happiness.

Times spent with my family—these treasured, rare occurrences—are now going to be a part of my everyday life. I’m still wrapping my head around that, and I think my mom is, too. My Kansas City friends will be easier to visit. And people don’t think of Chicago as romantic. But it was the first city I ever fell in love with, so to me, it’s one of the most romantic cities in the world. I’m going to go and live a life I imagined decades ago.

Every move entails expense, hassle, and risk, and this one is no different. Who knows how things will turn out? If this pandemic has taught us anything, it’s that you never do know. But I no longer think that maybe my best times are behind me. I’m feeling more like my best times are starting right now.

 

Have you undergone a big move in your life? Have you ever moved far away from where you grew up…or have you ever moved back? I’d love to hear about it in the comments! Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful week!

37 thoughts on “Why I’m Excited to Be Moving from L.A. to Chicago

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Discover more from BRYN DONOVAN

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading