Last night, I drove through the city of Detroit on my way home to Bowling Green. As I crested a hill on I-75, I got the most amazing view of city lights. Detroit is by no means a large city or a fabulous city, but that hill offers a spectacular view at night. After miles of driving in darkness with only the occasional store front lit, the lights of Detroit sparkle against the pitch black sky illuminating the horizon. Every time I drive past the dazzling array, I am invigorated and reminded of my love of cities. I love cities – the lights, the hustle and bustle, the variety, the people, the experiences. I cannot wait until I can move to a city and experience city life on a daily basis. It will be so exciting! Until then… I will have to settle for driving past the lights as I drive back to small town Bowling Green, which I have learned to appreciate and enjoy in the past four years. It has been a delightful in between cities town for me. But I will return to a city. Someday, somewhere. Of that, I am sure.
I love being independent. Like really, I love being independent. I love the freedom. I hate feeling confined, restrained, suppressed, constricted, etc. There is only one moment that I wish I wasn’t being fiercely independent and all by myself. And that is when I’m really sick. When I feel exhausted and have a terrible cold or fever, or I’m nauseous, I just want someeone to take care of me. I don’t like having to get up and take care of myself. I also usually want to be held. There is comfort in physical affection, like hugs. Some reassurance that I am loved and cared for. And that it will all be ok. Anyway, since I am so independent, I get to take care of myself. I’ve gotten to be fairly good at it. At least I don’t have to explain what I want or need to anyone else, right? Right. Someday I’ll have someone to take care of me. Until then, I will take full advantage of my independence. 🙂