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I miss city living, and I miss Chicago. I love that town, my father's hometown. I love city life, too. I have a streak of real rural sentimentalism, and I suppose, when I am old and gray, I will want to retire to some quite corner in the woods somewhere. But for a young man, I agree with Pericles-- all good things flow from the city. Not to say you can't have a fulfilled, abundant life outside of the city, of course. Only that the city provides, for me, the social, artistic and intellectual structures that make life most fulfilling. Plus, though cities are expensive, I find you can live cheaper, aside from rent, if you put your mind to it. Certainly, a workable public transit system helps. Most people need a car to get to work, and I think we tend to underestimate how expensive car ownership really is. (Plus I wasn't too proud to go the occasional Hare Krishna meeting to take advantage of the free food. Krishna consciousness, yeah totally, nom nom nom.)
Of course, Chicago was home to my biggest professional and financial failure (if you can consider a non-starter a failure.) But maybe I'll get back there someday, to Chicago, or just to the city.
(Preferably after winter.)