I live in Chicago — or should I say I lived in Chicago, until I upped and moved over here to the UK after getting married 5 months ago? <pause. deep thought.>. OK, I think my opening statement stands: I LIVE IN CHICAGO. I have kept my pad there, despite moving over to England. I commute back and forth across the huge Atlantic pond for work (since I haven’t sat for the Bar here in the UK yet). I’ve kept my US phone numbers and continue to pay my utilities. Yes, I guess I can safely say I still live in Chicago. And in the City itself. Not in the periphery. No, not in the ‘burbs. Not in “Chicagoland”. IN the Windy City. I live in a highrise designed by a famous architect. My window directly overlooks the Chicago cityscape. I see the lights of Wrigley field from afar on game nights to the west; and catch the fireworks from Navy Pier to the east on Wednesday and Saturday nights in the summer. We have a doorman, dry cleaning service, a pool and tennis courts on the premises. There is a gym that I never go to within striking distance, as well as a grocery where I drag my little folding crate to stuff with survival essentials. I don’t really need a car in a city where a week’s parking rates can pass for one month’s rent money in a nearby city. The bus that takes me to work, or to the airport, stops right by my door. Lake Michigan is 2 blocks east, an easy, healthy walk. That’s my life in the US.
In the UK though, it is a slightly different story. I live in a town in the greater Manchester area. Which means, I live in a quiet place with shops, and churches, schools, supermarkets, a town centre, a local college, houses with beautiful gardens, restaurants, war memorials, post offices, the occasional Indian and/or Chinese fish-and-chips takeaway, and not one building that is higher than 3 stories. When I crave or miss the bustles of urban life, Manchester is half an hour away — easy. But I guess it can be safely said that for someone who grew up and always lived in big cities, this move feels to me like the “Countrification of the City Mouse”. And yet I have no regrets, nor major complaints. The hubby and I are rarely in one place anyway, as we both travel a lot for work; and for fun. So its nice to be able to come home to quiet, and just us enjoying us. Life is…. alright, and all right.
That said, there is one I’ve been discovering in our home. The treasures that grow on our little patch of forest called our backyard. Our garden is far from being the prettiest in this area — oooh, not even close. But yesterday, while walking around it to find stuff to stuff into our, uhm… green “wheelie bin” (thats how they call the wheeled trash holders), I found these little gems:
I guess there are SOME perks to stepping back from a highly-urbanized lifestyle.