I took a test “Do You Belong in New York City” by Time Out New York. I do… for now.
When I went there three years ago, I came back so full of energy, so keyed up I walked around for hours in the high heeled boots I bought there and didn’t feel pain, such was the energy I felt being there. GOD! But I don’t think I could hack it there. I would turn into a cinder. I wonder who I’d be if I grew up in that city. Sometimes I really feel how much I am from a small town.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how much I love living in Chicago, a city full of amazing food, weird people, strange networking links, nights when you go out and you find yourself in a place you’ve never been with people you’ve never met, smells/sounds that can only be described as a series of catastrophic events, opportunities to test yourself at every turn. All in your face, all the time.