I've been a kid of the suburbs all my life (take that as you will), and while I know many people who passionately hate the suburbs (and their reasons are valid), I've never wanted to live anywhere else. People tell me they love the city, they want to live in the city and become one with the city, but that's never a pull I've felt. For me, the city is a fun place for a night out, a special occasion, a visit. I love San Francisco. I love LA. I even love Sacramento (even though it's the worst city ever), but I've never wanted to live in any of these places. While there's a certain magic and charm about city life, it isn't the kind of life I've ever wanted.
That said, I fucking love Chicago. If I ever end up moving away from California and into a smelly, crowded, wonderful city, it will be Chicago. I don't know what it is about this city that gets me, but I spent the whole weekend simultaneously loving everything about Chicago and thinking, Why the hell would anyone want to live in a place like this? That sounds harsh, but I think that those feelings of undying love for the place that you call home can only come from this push-pull/love-hate relationship that consumes and DEFINES everything you are.
I've always kind of envied those people who've lived in one place their entire lives because they all seem to be just as hopelessly in love with their hometown as much as they hate everything about it. I don't feel that way about any place in the world. I could feel that way about someplace, but I think I need to find it first.
In conclusion, this weekend was amazing. I ♥ Chicago.
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