I’ve lived in or near large cities my whole life, but I always dreamed of someday living in the “big city.” Growing up near St. Louis I got a little taste of a city, and as a kid it definitely seemed like a big city to me. We also lived close to enough to Chicago that we took yearly (sometimes more than that) up to the Windy City. It was just a matter of time before I moved to a large city for good and that time is finally here. I should be more excited about this, but I am not as thrilled as I thought I would be.
Don’t get me wrong I prefer this WAY more to living where I did as a kid and where I went to college (see you never, Oklahoma) but there are parts of a smaller city that I miss. While I don’t miss having to drive everywhere, a car would be nice every once and a while. Which is crazy because I hate driving and haven’t since I moved to Chicago and don’t plan on it anytime soon. But I do miss the ease with which I could go places. Now my commutes rely on not-so-reliable public transportation or Uber pool.
Chicago is great and I am happy to call it home, for now. While I miss some other things about home, I really pine for New York City. I know, I know, it sounds dumb written down and it may be one of the most cliche things ever, but man that is probably my favorite place to be. I feel more like myself in a bit city, but there’s something about New York that makes that feeling even more intense. For as long as I can remember my dream has been to move there, and I’ll get there one day, mark my words!
This got me thinking: do I hate the thing that I’ve wanted for so long? All my life all I’ve wanted is to live in an apartment in a city and have a “fabulous” metropolitan life, but I keep missing things about home. I don’t think that I will be moving back home, but there are places about everywhere I’ve lived or visited that I miss.
When I was in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, I fell in love with that city as well. I thought, “Wow I could see myself here at least for a while. It’s so artsy and fun!” But there are things there that I would not like as well. That got me thinking if we should live where we feel the most at home, even if it’s not our “home?”
Now I’m not saying I felt at home in New Orleans, but I do think it’s important to find the place where you are most at home. Whether that be where you grew up or somewhere new or somewhere you’ve never been before. Be it a small town in Southern Illinois or a big city on the East Coast, home is where you feel it most. I’m not sure where that is yet (NYC props but who knows?) but I hope to find mine and I hope you find yours as well.