Chicago is a great city. I miss it. It’s home. Always will be.
When people visit Chicago, they rave about its greatness. And it doesn’t take long for one of two things to happen. Either they say they see why I miss it, and we talk about its coolness and what they should do next time.
Or they ask why the hell I left Chicago for Vancouver.
Short, easy answer: a job. A Canadian company hired me, not an American one.
The real answer is that there isn’t one.
Time for a change. A job. Opportunity. Going with the flow. Whatever. All valid answers. All valid points.
But there is no real answer. And you know, there doesn’t have to be.
It just is.