Could the Pizza Guy Be My Valentine?
Alone in a new city, pizza on the way, and there is a knock at the door. Anything could happen!
Moving boxes stare me in the face like the ominous ghosts of the future. Stacked two and three boxes high I have no idea where to start and I’m thinking about procrastinating one more night. But I desperately need to settle into my new Chicago life sooner rather than later. Only six weeks ago, I was back at home in Denver, celebrating Christmas surrounded by family members, stuffing my face with homemade food, unwrapping...