I’ve come to think of the cities I lived in like boyfriends.
Chicago was my first grown up relationship, the one that wasn’t forced on me, I actually chose to be with him. But I was young and not ready to make a serious commitment. It fizzled after a couple of years. I don’t have much feelings for him anymore and when I see him it’s hard to believe that we even dated.
LA was a rocky romance. At first I was reluctant to become involved, but I grew to love him over time. We parted ways amicably and in the back of my mind I know we could get back together. I get excited when I see him at parties and when we’re around each other it’s like no time has passed. We slip easily into old routines. When I’m away for a long time I forget how handsome he is.
NYC is that perfect guy. The one that excites you and drives you crazy and sometimes you hate him but mainly you have an intense desire to be around him all the time. But you know somewhere deep down that it can’t last forever, that that kind of passion will wear you out. That someday you’ll want a stable companion that isn’t too much drama. You want someone you can grow old with. You can’t imagine breaking up, but you know it will happen eventually.
