Now when I'm walking down the streets in the Loop, I'm thinking of elsewhere. Wanting something much more than what I've always known.
I keep comparing one city against the other. Seattle versus Chicago.
The cloud cover isn't the same and the light is different here. Here the sun's harsh and intense and stings. In Seattle it's often soft and diffused.
In Chicago the rain comes down fast and heavy but is short-lived. There the rain descends light and steady...like a passionate kiss.
Seattle aglow at night!
There's not a lot of opportunity in Illinois. It seems so hard to find decent work. If I should be offered a position in Washington, why not take it? Otherwise I might be working here at the crafts store for several more years.
Seattle isn't perfect though. There are things I don't like about that city--but the same could easily be said of Chicago. Both have their pros and cons.
My life sort of went back to the way it was upon my return home two weeks ago. But I mustn't forget my time in Seattle. I mustn't.
It's on my mind constantly. The obsessive part of me won't rest until I have it. IT calls to me...like a lover.
Forgive me, my dear Chicago--I think my heart belongs someplace else now.