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I'm at my parents' in NYC. The final day of moving was hell on wheels, but I don't care, it's over. I actually kind of cried a little bit on the plane, which surprised me, but I guess it makes sense -- that's a good portion of my life and growing-up-ness I've just left behind, not to mention a few very good friends. Well, I'm sure I'll go back to Chicago one way or another, even if just to visit.

Okay. What's next?