DAY 41, JUNE 11, 2018
I have been in Chicago for ten days. It is my last day. It is cloudy and cool, jacket cool; hands in your pockets cool. For lunch, I craved hot soup. When you are in Chicago and crave hot soup, Irish Beef Stew is the ticket. So off to Dublin’s I went. It was good stew, not great stew, a little over seasoned for me but it was exactly what I needed to make the gloomy day stand for something. I sat by the window and watched people rushing by on Rush street just across the way.
I am not a City girl. I have never lived in a big city. Whenever I visit my friend Tina in Chicago, I get a taste of what that lifestyle is like. I think young people should live in the city if only temporarily, at least for some portion of their lives. I regret not having done that. Given the chance for a do-over of my 20’s, I would give New York a year or two of my life. I have learned, in my visits to Chicago, that the city makes me feel part of something, more alive, maybe. It feels strangely more inviting as though the city really wants you, salutes the addition of you, makes room for you. All are welcome, no disapproval. You are there like the others around you like you belong. It takes you in. I haven’t spent a week or more at any given time in any other large city to know if I would feel the same; like a little piece of me will stay until I return.
Until next time…
“Once arrived in the City, he dispersed utterly and gratefully in it like a raindrop fallen into the sea.”
― John Crowley,
“Big cities comforted me: the cover, the chaos, the hollow sympathy of the architecture, the Tube lines snaking underground. London could swallow you up, in a good way. There were times when I’d been broken and being subsumed into a city had made me feel part of a whole again.”
― Emma Jane Unsworth,