24 January 2012

5 dear chicago


every morning, the cta guy tells me when the next purple line train is due and we talk about baseball until it arrives. every morning, the ladies at the coffee shop see me and pour a medium black. on the commute, chicago feels extraordinarily small town.


5 comments:

Osutein said...

I like this. So true. I've tried to explain this to my parents, because they always get overwhelmed by the size of the city and the crowds. They ask how I can feel comfortable, how I don't feel lost. And I usually take inspiration from you and say something like, "you carve out your own small city in the bigger one. Your own routes and haunts and friends. It's like a small town, really, just one that happens to share the same space with a million other small towns."

oline said...

i do wonder if this is maybe the natural tendency. that if you're going to live in a big place, you try to reduce it down to tolerable proportions. but i don't know what it says what's described here has really only happened in the last four months. before it was routes and roads, now it's people.

Meggie said...

I do the same with Atlanta. My Baskin Robbins knows my order, I have some shops that greet me by name, etc. One shop even helps Mike pick out presents for me.

oline said...

this obviously begs the question... what is your baskin robbins order?

Meggie said...

Large mint chocolate chip shake.