Maybe my current read, The Alchemist, is rubbing off too much, but I can’t help but notice the all of the small omens surrounding me these past few days. I’ve always found pleasure in the small things, things that most people wouldn’t think twice about. My favorite number on a plane ticket, a spot-on fortune cookie, a window display of notecards in the bottom of my new building, an unexpected apology for a long forgotten err, a song that steals the current thoughts right out of my head. If ever there were any doubts as to whether Chicago was the right decision at this time in my life, all signs and omens are now pointing towards hell yes it is. They might be small and insignificant events in the big picture, but when looking for support and direction while embracing a new adventure it’s the little things that keep me charging ahead.