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A name here and there, a smell, the noises.. it’s odd that is what is remembered of cities. I prefer the quiet now, living by a small lake, and the ability to hear the peepers as I sleep with the window cracked open.

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4 hrs ago·edited 4 hrs ago

.....I currently live in a ridiculously tiny apartment on Lake Michigan close to nature trails and downtown. Downtown is only because of work and I pay mostly for the lake and trails. I don't exactly allow anyone in this place because of the size, the fact that it's "garden level" (remember those in the upper midwest?), and because I am more than a little embarrassed at times. I have just as many boxes piled up as items of furniture and plastic silverware that I keep throwing out. I try to make the apartment more comfortable for my cat than myself. I've had Zoom calls and classes where I know people had questions. It's certainly an apartment of transition and like I mentioned, I pay for the important parts. Earlier, I ran into my neighbor Diego who I haven't seen all year until today because, city life. He wondered if I was still his neighbor. Diego is a nice guy who helped me out of a tough jam more than once before and has a gold tooth with a white Persian cat named "Chile" with a big hot pink heart collar. (No, I'm not pulling your leg.)

We tend to remember the Antoine's and Diego's of the world for some reason.

Your description of Chicago was spot on.

And, yeah.

You are probably the only person I know who would ever completely understand my current place. ❤️

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4 hrs ago·edited 4 hrs ago

Sorry, that was so long!

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I lived in Brooklyn for 9 months. I loved and hated it. I’m from the remote Scottish highlands so it was a big change. I loved the food, culture and people. I hated feeling hemmed in with no nature or stars in the sky. Frequently I felt trapped. Now I’m out and only occasionally do I miss it. It’s quite something if you think about it.

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“It’s interesting how memory, looking back, twists things until they’re lovely” that’s what keeps us sane. People who don’t have that gene either go crazy or become alcoholics. I’m just guessing but sounds about right.

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