(Note: Read the previous post, Muse #2, before reading this.)
I remember the first time I visited Chicago to see if I wanted to move here. We stopped at the McDonalds on Cermak and Western across from the Blockbuster. It was the first time I have ever seen a McDonalds menu in Spanish.
I knew I wasn't in Iowa any more.
I have lived here for three years, and I love it. I love Chicago for its lake, its culture, and its people. I wouldn't trade my family or childhood in Iowa for anything, but I really enjoy living in a diverse setting. Somehow, I think it is closer to what God intended for our lives to be. Even though I am still new to the city, this really feels like home, and I can't imagine really wanting to live anywhere else - at least for now.
Of course, sometimes I can't wait to escape city life for a few days. This weekend in Wisconsin I drank in the clean air, clean water, clean ditches, clean... everything! The garbage here makes me want to scream. But I don't scream. I just go camping in Wisconsin, and then I am okay.
I love Chicago. It's my kind of town.
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