I remember climbing up to the roof of a building I used to live in, surrounded by highrises, and practically feeling the pulse of the city - looking around at all the buildings and thinking about the lives being led therein made me feel like I was a part of some shared urban energy. The other night I was looking at the skyline through my living room window and thinking "That's pretty" but not feeling the vibe I once felt. For the past few years I've been thinking about leaving the city and now that I am actually doing it, I find myself less and less attached to the things that once excited me about living here...
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I am looking forward to gazing at the moon not through my window but from my backyard. I am looking forward to hearing crickets and trains at night. I am looking forward to walking down our little street and seeing goats and llamas in a corral. I am looking forward to planting flowers and vegetables...
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I still love Chicago and I still get small thrills from certain experiences and areas here but these days, Chicago is just a place I'm staying until I can get to where I belong.
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