Bryan W. Alaspa 1Being a home body
December 20th 2009 22:11
I know quite a few people who have some kind of wander lust that I don’t quite understand. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of traveling. There are lots of places in the world I long to see. I have wanted to visit Australia since I was a little kid and I hope to get to Sidney at some point in my life. However, I have never quite felt the need to go to some other country and live there for a great length of time.
I have also never been one for the roadtrip. I have friends who love them and still go on them. In college, I had knew people who, when bored, for a weekend, would hope into their cars and drive four or five hours away just to see what was there. I was never one of those people. On the weekends in college I had movies to watch or books to read or friends to hang out with.
I get tired very fast when I am in the car. I have relatives who can drive ten hours or longer at one stretch. This is not for me. At some point I want to stop driving, rest my legs and back, and not have to worry about the other drivers on the road, especially the truck drivers. I used to be able to do the five hours to and from St. Louis and Chicago pretty easily. These days, even that is one I don’t want to do and I take trains or planes or the MegaBus to get to St. Louis to visit friends. I would rather have to rely on friends, once I get there, to drive me around than do the driving myself.
I am very much the home body. I know this, but I happen to live in, what I feel, is the greatest city in the world. I love Chicago. I love the people and the general vibe of this place. Whenever the world starts getting to me, I can head to downtown Chicago and the very lifeforce that keeps this city going is enough to keep me going.
My family all live in and around Chicago. Sure, I have a brother who lives in Milwaukee, but that hardly counts. Milwaukee is so close that it is practically a suburb of Chicago. Don’t try telling that to anyone from Milwaukee, however, or you are likely to find cheese stuffed in orifices that you do not want cheese in.
I have other relatives in places like Seattle and spread around California. I have a very good friend who now lives in California. I have relatives I have never even met who live in Minnesota. None of this makes me want to wander to any of these places, however. It just is interesting to note how spread out we are. The one exception I made was when my brother and sister-in-law lived in New York. That was fun to visit, but no way would I ever want to live there.
People tell me Chicago is too cold, but it doesn’t bother me. I like the seasons and I like the cold ones. Me and hot weather are not a good combination. Trust me, the world is better off with me wearing as much clothing as humanly possible. I don’t wear shorts, I can’t swim and I don’t walk around with my shirt off. I am built for winter.
I know that the world is a big, giant, blue wonderful place and that the wonderful places are shrinking. I know all of this and I do hope to see at least some of it at some point. However, I cannot help but feel that the rest of the world is all just a nice place to visit. Me, I like the city of broad shoulders, and all of its good and bad. Give me the city by the lake, and I am home, and I am happy.
I have also never been one for the roadtrip. I have friends who love them and still go on them. In college, I had knew people who, when bored, for a weekend, would hope into their cars and drive four or five hours away just to see what was there. I was never one of those people. On the weekends in college I had movies to watch or books to read or friends to hang out with.
I get tired very fast when I am in the car. I have relatives who can drive ten hours or longer at one stretch. This is not for me. At some point I want to stop driving, rest my legs and back, and not have to worry about the other drivers on the road, especially the truck drivers. I used to be able to do the five hours to and from St. Louis and Chicago pretty easily. These days, even that is one I don’t want to do and I take trains or planes or the MegaBus to get to St. Louis to visit friends. I would rather have to rely on friends, once I get there, to drive me around than do the driving myself.
I am very much the home body. I know this, but I happen to live in, what I feel, is the greatest city in the world. I love Chicago. I love the people and the general vibe of this place. Whenever the world starts getting to me, I can head to downtown Chicago and the very lifeforce that keeps this city going is enough to keep me going.
My family all live in and around Chicago. Sure, I have a brother who lives in Milwaukee, but that hardly counts. Milwaukee is so close that it is practically a suburb of Chicago. Don’t try telling that to anyone from Milwaukee, however, or you are likely to find cheese stuffed in orifices that you do not want cheese in.
I have other relatives in places like Seattle and spread around California. I have a very good friend who now lives in California. I have relatives I have never even met who live in Minnesota. None of this makes me want to wander to any of these places, however. It just is interesting to note how spread out we are. The one exception I made was when my brother and sister-in-law lived in New York. That was fun to visit, but no way would I ever want to live there.
People tell me Chicago is too cold, but it doesn’t bother me. I like the seasons and I like the cold ones. Me and hot weather are not a good combination. Trust me, the world is better off with me wearing as much clothing as humanly possible. I don’t wear shorts, I can’t swim and I don’t walk around with my shirt off. I am built for winter.
I know that the world is a big, giant, blue wonderful place and that the wonderful places are shrinking. I know all of this and I do hope to see at least some of it at some point. However, I cannot help but feel that the rest of the world is all just a nice place to visit. Me, I like the city of broad shoulders, and all of its good and bad. Give me the city by the lake, and I am home, and I am happy.
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