It’s a strange thing to get used to: working from home after so many years (well, maybe just months) of envisioning myself as a glamorous “working gal” in the city–sauntering down the sidewalks of Chicago in my 4″ heels, masterfully evading the patches of snow and ice that might otherwise bring me down; arriving at the office in a  rush after stopping briefly for my daily grande-double-shot-skinny-caramel latte to sit gracefully at my desk and await the tasks of the day a la Lauren Conrad of The Hills or Ann Hathaway in Devil Wears Prada….

Granted, this vision was probably a few steps higher than even I expected or hoped for. Just working as an intern in one of the editorial offices in Chicago would assuage this glamorous, albeit false impression, of the work force. Yet, here I sit, in my tiny, 800 sq. ft. apartment, delaying the start of the work day that I once so vividly anticipated. I am not discouraged…yet. I say this because my current position has so much potential for growth and, though perhaps not the proper connections, at least the experience that may launch me into a high-end editorial career. My point is to say that you never know where you may end up. But, Lord-willing, everything has it’s purpose and I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a specific reason.

No, working from home is not glamorous. Yes, most of the time I don’t even leave the “office” during the day. But what can I say? It could be worse. 🙂

And a late Happy Thanksgiving to all! Can you believe it–only 22 days ’til Christmas?!