Sometimes I feel like I don’t live here.
I pay rent, have a job, know which ways the streets run, but somehow I’m not part of the city.
Walking around the Loop, looking at all the architecture, seeing the people in suits going to work, the homeless-looking people selling Streetwise magazine, the obnoxious Greenpeace employees, the bored employees standing around at the makeup counters at Macy’s, the crew messing with lighting on a shoot in the street, all of this going on and I don’t feel like I belong here in this city full of transplants.
Living in a big city is great- there’s always something happening.
However, I missed the St. Patrick’s day parade and the green river, I missed being in Grant Park when Obama was elected, last summer I didn’t go to many street festivals because I was working long hours on my feet and was exhausted.
And I’m not very sociable. If there’s something that sounds fun, like a street festival or concert in the park or cheap Indian food buffet or free day at the planetarium, my first instinct is not to call someone to come with me.
In the past, I would move all the time, and would never really settle in to a place. I have such a gypsy mindset that I don’t know if I can. I haven’t had a sense of home in a while.
Or maybe I’m just meant to be a hermit living in the big city.
By the by, there are some absolutely amazing flight deals being offered. London, Paris, Rome, Milan, Hong Kong. Now is the time to travel!
Where ever you go, there you are.