cities
I love living in a city.
Sure, I’ll take a weekend trip away every now and then. Maybe breathe some quieter air and let my ears forget what sirens sound like.
But, there’s just something magnetic about walking around a packed city on a weekend with no care in the world.
Preoccupied with people watching. Eating brunch on the sidewalk while the street sounds crash into your nervous system like a fresh hit of heroin. Car horns, dogs barking, buskers on the corner playing a half-tuned guitar, someone arguing into a phone.
It's equally overwhelming and oddly comforting at the same time.
Something I'm particularly fond of is the people you meet living in a city.
Living in a city conditions you to offer a piece of yourself to the world without even realizing it. Your energy leaks out of you and into the streets. You can’t bottle yourself up when you're surrounded by millions of lives brushing up against your own. Whether it’s the stranger asking you for directions, the neighbor who nods at you every morning with a cup of coffee in hand, or the pigeon that dive bombs you like a daredevil stunt pilot… you’re never really alone.
You’re continuously plugged in. Part of the electricity. Part of the grand, messy, and stubborn ecosystem.
If I’m an advocate for anything, it’s this: live in a city at least once. Let it rattle you. Let it shape you. Eat somewhere new every week. Try the good food. Try the bad food. Try everything. Try nothing. Surprise yourself.
Do one thing for sure though…
Watch the city happen around you.
Because in a city, the unexpected isn’t an event. It’s a lifestyle. And if you let it, it just might change you for the better.
I love living in a city.
Sure, I’ll take a weekend trip away every now and then. Maybe breathe some quieter air and let my ears forget what sirens sound like.
But, there’s just something magnetic about walking around a packed city on a weekend with no care in the world.
Preoccupied with people watching. Eating brunch on the sidewalk while the street sounds crash into your nervous system like a fresh hit of heroin. Car horns, dogs barking, buskers on the corner playing a half-tuned guitar, someone arguing into a phone.
It's equally overwhelming and oddly comforting at the same time.
Something I'm particularly fond of is the people you meet living in a city.
Living in a city conditions you to offer a piece of yourself to the world without even realizing it. Your energy leaks out of you and into the streets. You can’t bottle yourself up when you're surrounded by millions of lives brushing up against your own. Whether it’s the stranger asking you for directions, the neighbor who nods at you every morning with a cup of coffee in hand, or the pigeon that dive bombs you like a daredevil stunt pilot… you’re never really alone.
You’re continuously plugged in. Part of the electricity. Part of the grand, messy, and stubborn ecosystem.
If I’m an advocate for anything, it’s this: live in a city at least once. Let it rattle you. Let it shape you. Eat somewhere new every week. Try the good food. Try the bad food. Try everything. Try nothing. Surprise yourself.
Do one thing for sure though…
Watch the city happen around you.
Because in a city, the unexpected isn’t an event. It’s a lifestyle. And if you let it, it just might change you for the better.
