My husband and I have recently been discussing when and if we should move out of the city - we have 2 young boys and we are starting to have that inevitable conversation about moving to "the burbs". I never thought I would be one of those people - in fact, I never intended to stay in Chicago as long as I have. I grew up in Wisconsin (actually, I grew up in Rockford, IL and spent summers in Wisconsin, but for some reason, Wisconsin has always felt like "home"). We moved to Wisconsin year-round when I was in junior high, and my brother, sister, and I were ecstatic. I love Wisconsin - I love the small towns where I grew up, I love the lakes, I love Friday Fish Frys and the friendly people. I went to college at the University of Wisconsin-Madison and I can't think of a better place to have spent those 4 years.
So why am I in Chicago? I moved here for graduate school and intended to stay for 2 years, get my masters, get a job, and get the heck out of the city. What ended up happening is that I met my husband, started my career, and now am raising a family not far from downtown. I was shocked to realize the other day that I have actually lived in Chicago longer than anywhere else - so why do I still insist that I am a "Wisconsin girl"? I guess it's because my summers spent growing up in Wisconsin give me the happiest memories - experiences that have really shaped who I am. Experiences that I want my kids to have. Luckily, we visit their grandparents often and they are able to share in some of their mom's bliss.
I have surprised myself in Chicago, and if and when we leave, I will miss it. But there's something to be said about going "home". I wonder if my Chicago-born and raised husband will ever be able to call Wisconsin "home"? For now, we're happy to have the best of both worlds.
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