People always ask me what business I have as a New Yorker living in Chicago… why not New York City or at least somewhere on the east coast? And the truth is, I really can’t remember anymore what it is that brought me here, but this is where I am.
There are so many nights when I wonder if I made the right choice… why am I here? When choosing between joining my company’s New York City or Chicago office, the obvious choice would have been NYC. That way I would have been closer to family, already set up with a group of friends, and wouldn’t have to endure being asked everyday what my accent is all about.
When it came down to making a choice I had this romanticized vision in my mind that I would drive off into the sunset, heading straight through the corn fields of the Midwest and find myself in a city where I didn’t know anyone and no one knew me. That I could somehow reinvent myself and forget about where I came from… clearly I’ve been watching too many Lifetime movies where the female heroine overcomes breast cancer, her rapist, adopts a family of abandoned orphans, and still looks fabulous all in one 2.5 hour made-for-TV movie.
So what business do I have as a New Yorker living in Chicago and when will it start to feel like home?
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