Chicago is a big city. The city provides the unlimited conveniences the suburbs could only dream of giving. In a single day you can eat Japanese, Italian, and French, and hardly leave a two-block radius. Anything and everything can be happening all at once. It's not surprising that such a large city can make anyone feel - even for a moment - small. Skyscrapers tower ahead, and the motion of human bodies moving from A to B sway you back and forth. If you're not careful, you too get caught in the wave.
I used to pride myself in being a "city" girl. I enjoyed the bustle, and the opportunities. I still greatly love the conveniences I have. Yet, I have not been living her longer than 2 months, and already I miss the sky, the trees, and the air of the outside. There's something I cannot quite comprehend, except but to call it a longing. I long for early mornings - in a room filled with light - watching the trees sway outside my window. I dream of the quiet, and the birds singing. There is a peace about living outside of the city. For many, it is the very chaos of the city that they love. But as my mind tortures itself with endless thinking, I wish that at the very least my external reality was finally at peace.