A Tale Of Two Cities
It’s unusually nice outside tonight, which I’m going to interpret as Chicago’s way of welcoming me back to the Windy City after my visit South. This also happens to be the first night I’ve sat out on my balcony since I moved in to my new place. It’s just as peaceful out here as I hoped it would be. Of course, I felt this same sense of calm while back South, which is what has me wondering if a Belle would like living in the South after a few years in the city. And no, there’s no whirlwind romance to report of, although as it turns out I still have a bit of a weakness for the Southern charm. Which is exactly why I returned to my urban surroundings so I could snap back to my senses. Unfortunately, it hasn’t quite happened yet.
I don’t understand how I can feel at home in two places that are so different. For starters, I’ve always been bugged by the fact that I can’t go anywhere in the South without running into someone I know. Yet, after a couple of days at my neighborhood pub, Maxine’s… it was nice to walk in and have people know my name. Note: If this were ever to happen in Chicago, I would check myself into rehab immediately.
And while it’s safe to say my hometown offers a drastically smaller dating pool to choose from, I suppose it does make the good ones easier to pick out. That being said, I am currently working towards “Guybriety”, which I’ll tell you about once I’m through experiencing withdrawals. Obviously, I’m not there yet.
Where I have found myself is sitting out here on my balcony making a Pro/Con column for each place that I have referred to as home. This, Belles, is an acceptable activity when deciding between vacation destinations, careers, or major purchases. However, if you find yourself creating one about your relationship, I can assure you that he’s not the one. So anyhow, here goes:
I don’t know, I suppose there are pros and cons to any place you decide to live. Ultimately, it seems like I can get into a little more mischief in the city… a few more wild nights, a few more good looking men, better food, and of course… shoe shopping with Henry in a shirt and tie without getting weird looks. Hmm, I suppose the last point is a big one….
Regardless, with Winter coming to an end, I’m in no hurry to make any final decisions now. I have plenty of Prosecco filled evenings on the balcony to ponder what possibilities my future holds. In the meantime, I’m going to finish my glass of Jordan cab, get caught up on some tivo-ed episodes of Intervention and try to get at least 6 hours sleep. Okay maybe 5.
