So, I was in Boston for St. Patrick’s Day a little over a week ago and I fell in love with the city. I had an awesome time and I will be posting a blog of my adventure soon. However, this blog is about something else. It’s about the fact that I finally solidified something about me: I feel more alive within or in close proximity of a large city and I, one day, plan to relocate to a large city.
I once, with large intent, planned, articulated, and set in motion a movement to, uh, move to Miami after a short vacation to visit a friend that lived in the area. I still have a Miami area code actually. Yet, due to unforeseen circumstances I still live in Charlotte and, in hindsight, I’m glad. I’ve put some serious consideration into moving to Chicago as well. I have family up there and I absolutely dig it’s vibe as well. My recent trip to Boston left a similar internal passion to set up a change of scenery. And, we can’t forget the lingering pull to head back towards my home-front, Seattle. I usually want to move to the last big city I’ve visited.
However, the trip to Boston opened my mind up to the thought that maybe, just maybe, I simply want to live in a large city. Yes, I am aware that I live in very close proximity to Charlotte, but my views on Charlotte can be summed up with simplicity: “Charlotte is more of a ‘teenage’ city.” (Think about it because this isn’t the document to contain my argument for that statement.) Anyway, now I’m stuck with the decision on what city to move to. Boston has this amazing, classic, I’ve been here for a while, historic feel. Chitown gives me that small-fish-in-a-big-pond vibe. Miami, I mean, Miami just has this energetic circulating velocity subset in a relaxed undertone. Kind of as if every second spent not working is a second spent on vacation. Now Seattle feels like home. I need to revisit it. I grew up around there but a lot changes in short time, especially in a large city. Yet, every time the weather becomes overcast, rainy, a little chilly and a little windy, I think to myself, home. Today, around Charlotte, this is one of those days.
I really don’t know why I feel the need to be in a city, or why it feels more homey than a rural environment. Maybe it’s how one can be lost in a sea of people. You’re level of significance is stretched no further than the people that actually know you. Maybe it’s the subtle ambiance that only a city’s white noise can bring to my mood. Maybe the variance of situations that may arise in a single day’s opportunity is an attractive feature. Maybe it’s just a leftover product of my environment as a child. All I know is that I’m drawn to them.
I once, with large intent, planned, articulated, and set in motion a movement to, uh, move to Miami after a short vacation to visit a friend that lived in the area. I still have a Miami area code actually. Yet, due to unforeseen circumstances I still live in Charlotte and, in hindsight, I’m glad. I’ve put some serious consideration into moving to Chicago as well. I have family up there and I absolutely dig it’s vibe as well. My recent trip to Boston left a similar internal passion to set up a change of scenery. And, we can’t forget the lingering pull to head back towards my home-front, Seattle. I usually want to move to the last big city I’ve visited.
However, the trip to Boston opened my mind up to the thought that maybe, just maybe, I simply want to live in a large city. Yes, I am aware that I live in very close proximity to Charlotte, but my views on Charlotte can be summed up with simplicity: “Charlotte is more of a ‘teenage’ city.” (Think about it because this isn’t the document to contain my argument for that statement.) Anyway, now I’m stuck with the decision on what city to move to. Boston has this amazing, classic, I’ve been here for a while, historic feel. Chitown gives me that small-fish-in-a-big-pond vibe. Miami, I mean, Miami just has this energetic circulating velocity subset in a relaxed undertone. Kind of as if every second spent not working is a second spent on vacation. Now Seattle feels like home. I need to revisit it. I grew up around there but a lot changes in short time, especially in a large city. Yet, every time the weather becomes overcast, rainy, a little chilly and a little windy, I think to myself, home. Today, around Charlotte, this is one of those days.
I really don’t know why I feel the need to be in a city, or why it feels more homey than a rural environment. Maybe it’s how one can be lost in a sea of people. You’re level of significance is stretched no further than the people that actually know you. Maybe it’s the subtle ambiance that only a city’s white noise can bring to my mood. Maybe the variance of situations that may arise in a single day’s opportunity is an attractive feature. Maybe it’s just a leftover product of my environment as a child. All I know is that I’m drawn to them.
I wanted to move across the country once. It took 2 weeks and I was there. Just do it. Think about how much more interesting your blog would be. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm going out to Seattle in May and perhaps August, you're welcome to tag along and skip a hotel bill.