Living alone in a big city can be both therapeutic and torturous at the same time. Once isolated, you can discover what truly makes you happy, what your needs are, what your wants are. At the time, Chicago was what made me happy. A trip home to visit my parents in the suburbs was like trying to cage a wild gazelle, those few hours of quiet and refuge made my eyes twitch and legs shake uncontrollably. I needed Chicago.
In my experience, that perspective is shared by a lot of Chicagoans, especially for my generation. This city serves as a landing pad from other smaller towns and suburbias. It’s a logical destination for transplants who have had those introspective nights of life-crisis wondering, “who am I, where can I grow, where can I go?” For some the choice is a more tranquil New York or the glitz of LA, for others it’s a bustling jungle of hundreds of thousands of different thoughts, perspectives, and possibilities, The City of Big Shoulders.