most of my life i’ve lived in the suburbs, by a lake, full of peaceful mundanity that i was quietly okay with. the city, while not too far away, seemed like a distant dream to me for much of my youth, a weird haze of people with purpose and people without it. something about it was almost unattainable, as if to live there meant success... or something.
recently i’ve moved to the city, and i’m suddenly struck with how it…