So, I am Chicagoan, born and raised. I lived within the city limits for most of my life, until my husband and I moved to Atlanta five years ago. We moved for his job, because they needed him at the corporate office. Though I was sad to say goodbye to my family, friends, and city- I jumped in my Trailblazer with my best friend and cats and followed my husband to Atlanta.
It was a LONG. LONG. LONG trip. Took us just over 16 hours to arrive at our new front door. Once we got to our leasing office, we signed the necessary papers and were given our keys. Now keep in mind, I had never laid eyes on the townhouse my husband had picked out. And honestly, when he mentioned a townhouse, I sort of thought he was exaggerating a bit. Those of you Chicagoans know not many people can afford a townhouse within the city limits of Chicago, so how could we afford one within the city limits of Atlanta?
I LOVED our new townhouse! It was a far cry from our tiny one bedroom apartment off of Milwaukee and Devon. I had two bedrooms, a decent sized dining and living room, and three bathrooms. THREE bathrooms! I felt like a queen having all that potty space. It was honestly the nicest home I had ever lived in, and I couldn’t believe it was in our price range. We promptly moved all of our stuff in, and this townhouse became a home.
We still live here five years later. But I have to say, for as much as I still love our townhouse and the family we have built here in Georgia, I can’t help but think of my City lately. I have been going to visit pretty often, as I miss my friends and my mother and sister moved back up there recently. I am also a diehard Blackhawks fan. Like seriously, ride or die. My husband and I went to our local bar to watch the Blackhawks play the Predators tonight, and I found myself missing my beautiful city even more.
We’ve talked about moving back there to be closer to everyone we’ve known for years. It is so expensive, decrepit and dangerous even. But those are all things that makes it the incredible city that it is. It’s beautiful, magnificent, prideful and incredible. Every time I see that skyline, my breath is taken away. Every. Single. Time.
I think most of all, the city pride is what makes it so unique. Chicagoans are fierce, bold, hardcore. We love our city, our sports teams, our food. I love the grid-style street system, the alleys, the street lights. Weird things to take for granted right? Atlanta has none of these things, at least not that I have found in the last 5 years. Sitting there watching the Blackhawks get roasted by the Predators through the first and second period was sad, but my Chicago pride has never left me. One day I may be able to come back to you my beautiful city, there truly is no place like home.
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